bare with me, new to all this stuff :D
Started an online blog. I have no idea how many people will look at it, or how many I will point to it, but we shall see.
Well, guess I will start here. I met a young lady online, a couple of months back, over time, our relationship grew. Below is the story of what happened.
This is a story about a man…
In his 26th year, he met a young lady online, they talked, they laughed, and they hit it off. The man and the woman decided they would like to meet. The first arranged meeting was unfortunately cancelled, due to unforeseen circumstances. The man was upset, but understanding. Unfortunately the woman had an illness that was causing her a lot of distress, and making it difficult to plan for the future. The young woman told the man, that she did not want to meet up in the near future, as she was unsure what the near future held. The man was upset, but not with the woman. He was upset, that once again circumstances, outside of his control, were preventing being with a woman he cared a great deal for.
They talked about how to deal with their relationship, and how they should look on each other. It was decided that they would be friends, first and foremost. The young woman was not happy with the reaction of the man, she had predicted he would react the way he had. The man felt that the woman wanted him to just say “oh well, I shall get on with my life then”, but he did not, he said he would give her time to come to terms with her life, and see where that left them. That night, the man wept, wept more than he had done in many years. How could this be happening again? What had he done to make her not want him? How could he ask her these questions, without upsetting her more? So he thought, and looked into himself.
He realised, that he was looking at the whole situation from his own point of view, and while he had seen her point of view, had not factored it into his thinking. He realised what it was that had him most upset. It was not the perceived rejection (which was only partial, as both had admitted they felt greatly for each other), but the uncertainty of it all. The man realised he was being selfish, and only thinking of himself. He was upset, because he didn’t want to be alone anymore and the woman had been offering a chance to be with someone again. He wanted that, more than anything. The touch of a companion, not a friend, someone he could tell anything to, without fear if what they would think. This was something he had wanted for as far back as he could remember, and he realised he wanted her to be that companion and it was being taken away.
Then he smiled. He knew what he had to do. He had to let her go. The man had to back away, and let the woman make the decision she needed to make. When she was ready, with luck, he would be there waiting for her. But he could not put that burden of a guarantee on her shoulders. It was unfair and cruel. The man would be a friend, the best friend she could hope for. He would be there for her, through thick and thin, whenever the woman needed him and if the woman decided, that she was ready for a relationship, and the man was available, then they would take it further. So the man, with tears in his eyes, wrote her a story.
…and so the story continues:
It seems that not long after the events of the first story took place, the young woman decided that she did, indeed, like the young man enough to instigate a relationship. They decided to meet up, and so the day of their meeting came. The two people, spent a day listening to live bands, chatting, laughing, and enjoying themselves. The young woman had received some bad news that day and the young man felt that something was wrong. Things didn’t feel right. He knew that she did not want any kind of public affection, so he refrained, although he did tell her that he liked her, and wanted to display affection for her.
The night progressed, and the man started to feel worried that he had, once again, pushed a woman away. Finally, they talked, and the woman told him that, once again, she did not feel that she could cope with a relationship. The man was destroyed, he had cried several times over the last “break up”, and here he was, within two weeks, back where he started. Again, he had to decide how to move on. The same woman had done the same thing to him, twice in as many weeks. How would he deal with something like that, could he still be friends’ with her after that? The man was confused, upset and in pain.
As much as he was hurting, he couldn’t bring himself to say or do anything that could cause pain to the young woman, he cared for her TOO much. Could he indeed be a friend? How would he deal with her having other men? Could he deal with that? He didn’t know, but he knew that the woman would need all her friends, and he could not let her down, no matter the cost. The man knew that the woman wanted him to let her go, but he could not do that yet. Because of who he was, he could not quit on her, not yet. But he knew he could not wait forever, and so he vowed to give her some time, and all the help she needed.
Well, guess I will start here. I met a young lady online, a couple of months back, over time, our relationship grew. Below is the story of what happened.
This is a story about a man…
In his 26th year, he met a young lady online, they talked, they laughed, and they hit it off. The man and the woman decided they would like to meet. The first arranged meeting was unfortunately cancelled, due to unforeseen circumstances. The man was upset, but understanding. Unfortunately the woman had an illness that was causing her a lot of distress, and making it difficult to plan for the future. The young woman told the man, that she did not want to meet up in the near future, as she was unsure what the near future held. The man was upset, but not with the woman. He was upset, that once again circumstances, outside of his control, were preventing being with a woman he cared a great deal for.
They talked about how to deal with their relationship, and how they should look on each other. It was decided that they would be friends, first and foremost. The young woman was not happy with the reaction of the man, she had predicted he would react the way he had. The man felt that the woman wanted him to just say “oh well, I shall get on with my life then”, but he did not, he said he would give her time to come to terms with her life, and see where that left them. That night, the man wept, wept more than he had done in many years. How could this be happening again? What had he done to make her not want him? How could he ask her these questions, without upsetting her more? So he thought, and looked into himself.
He realised, that he was looking at the whole situation from his own point of view, and while he had seen her point of view, had not factored it into his thinking. He realised what it was that had him most upset. It was not the perceived rejection (which was only partial, as both had admitted they felt greatly for each other), but the uncertainty of it all. The man realised he was being selfish, and only thinking of himself. He was upset, because he didn’t want to be alone anymore and the woman had been offering a chance to be with someone again. He wanted that, more than anything. The touch of a companion, not a friend, someone he could tell anything to, without fear if what they would think. This was something he had wanted for as far back as he could remember, and he realised he wanted her to be that companion and it was being taken away.
Then he smiled. He knew what he had to do. He had to let her go. The man had to back away, and let the woman make the decision she needed to make. When she was ready, with luck, he would be there waiting for her. But he could not put that burden of a guarantee on her shoulders. It was unfair and cruel. The man would be a friend, the best friend she could hope for. He would be there for her, through thick and thin, whenever the woman needed him and if the woman decided, that she was ready for a relationship, and the man was available, then they would take it further. So the man, with tears in his eyes, wrote her a story.
…and so the story continues:
It seems that not long after the events of the first story took place, the young woman decided that she did, indeed, like the young man enough to instigate a relationship. They decided to meet up, and so the day of their meeting came. The two people, spent a day listening to live bands, chatting, laughing, and enjoying themselves. The young woman had received some bad news that day and the young man felt that something was wrong. Things didn’t feel right. He knew that she did not want any kind of public affection, so he refrained, although he did tell her that he liked her, and wanted to display affection for her.
The night progressed, and the man started to feel worried that he had, once again, pushed a woman away. Finally, they talked, and the woman told him that, once again, she did not feel that she could cope with a relationship. The man was destroyed, he had cried several times over the last “break up”, and here he was, within two weeks, back where he started. Again, he had to decide how to move on. The same woman had done the same thing to him, twice in as many weeks. How would he deal with something like that, could he still be friends’ with her after that? The man was confused, upset and in pain.
As much as he was hurting, he couldn’t bring himself to say or do anything that could cause pain to the young woman, he cared for her TOO much. Could he indeed be a friend? How would he deal with her having other men? Could he deal with that? He didn’t know, but he knew that the woman would need all her friends, and he could not let her down, no matter the cost. The man knew that the woman wanted him to let her go, but he could not do that yet. Because of who he was, he could not quit on her, not yet. But he knew he could not wait forever, and so he vowed to give her some time, and all the help she needed.