Unknown to some, I’ve been given quite the special talent. With that said, I suppose I have to consider what one would define as special.
Clairvoyance, I suppose, is the best term for it. And to some a talent like this can be considered a gift. For others a curse. And for many, one in the same. But then again, I suppose that all depends on who you’re talking to.
Okay, okay…so maybe I can’t see into the future exactly. But I do have a talent for knowing when it’s over. And today my friends…IT…IS…OVER.
When James Dean and I first met, it was the kind of stuff that Disney movies are made of – talking silverware, singing birds and a whole new world. Can’t get any more magic than that now can we? He arrived at the most inopportune time to show me that all was not lost in love and war. And up until now, it has been quite the magic carpet ride.
When that carpet first took off, I made it very clear that I’m not an along for the ride type of gal. And within a specific amount of time I expected that ride to pull into the station and settle down for the long haul.
Fast forward to the present and we’re now entering our arrival date of what I expected to be a pending engagement. But harsh reality has changed my Disney world view on things and brought me back down to reality. Before we can begin to move forward together as a couple there are a few pieces of baggage that we both need to unload that we picked up during our single life.
I have personally struggled with the, who, what, where and when on how to handle this conversation. How do you tell the person that you want to spend the rest of your life with that we may have to put that spending plan on hold while you deal with past debts that came up before you even knew one another?
And yet, somehow I found what I thought was the right time and the right place to discuss my fears. So I laid my cause on the line. I knew the timeline of a pending engagement – that albeit I set – was coming close and I wanted to make sure that we were entering into it with a clean slate on both our ends and that we should forget about my forced timeline and just let things happen.
After I said it.
After we had discussed it.
After my message was clear.
My world stopped spinning.
James Dean had become as cold as Tom Riddle – and we all know there’s no coming back from “he who should not be named”.
This is where my gift and my curse emerged and I knew that it was coming to an end.
I knew that it was over.
But he didn’t know.
And if he did he didn’t want to admit it. At least, not in that moment.
It took a day a half before he knew. Which in retrospect, I suppose hurt more, because he had fooled me into thinking different. And a huge thanks goes to Edward and Bella for leading me to believe that the future is subjectable.
LIES!!!!
In moments like this, the future is inevitable.
If the surplus of metaphors and pop culture references have you confused, to put it simply James Dean and I have broken up.
And here I am, again. Back in the realm of singularity.