I forget when I seemingly threw out the list, but I remember feeling like I owed you something, for your 100$ donation or all the hours of ecstasy or something. I remember thinking it was my fault because I must be lacking in the communication department or in some other way, so if I just did more of what you wanted, you would be able to show up more... but you never could.
I forget why, but I remember so many years ago thinking that if my appendix ruptured, I could call you. I remember reasoning in my codependent brain that if I were close to death, you would come back, and I could say I was sorry without losing face. I remember thinking that you would be excellent for my death bed, even though you probably wouldn't have been. I remember completely forgetting your self-centered victim thing... but I forget why I thought we could get back together...
I forget my reasoning, but I remember thinking that if I won the lottery, we could finally be together like I wanted. And I remember realizing (much later than I should have) that money was not the problem, despite our regular text jokes about how work was really getting in the way of our sex life and our life of leisure. I remember it hitting me-- you would never love me, because your heart is so broken that it would take some effort to repair it... an effort by you.... an effort you have no desire to initiate.
I forget what it feels like to feel loved but I remember that it has happened before and it will happen again. I remember that once upon a time I knew what it was like to feel I deserve it. I forget what it is like not to wonder if you really do or if you are incapable of or if I am just damaged or if I even need that or if I deserve that... I forget what it is like to feel that "smitten" and "spun" spiral of love and lust and falling and all of the goodness I want and deserve...
I just remember what it feels like to want to apologize for all that went wrong with our relationship 2+ years ago; and I remember wishing more than anything you wanted to show up now... and I forget what it is like to know I am enough; that this will be ok; that love will happen... as the inevitable end of agridulce November days...