Well an update of sorts. I had a week filled of everyone asking me if I had talked to her yet. It had been a month. Everyone can still see the hurt in me. Everyone I talked to kept giving me the same hopeful reach out to her talk. I kept feeling these signs. I got some advice from a priest about God bringing a person with great suffering together with a person who has great love. That was us.
So, I sent her a text last week and she did reply. I told her I could understand how things might have felt claustrophobic based off of the advice Abstract gave me. I asked if we could talk, but she asked to call me over the weekend. I don't know if she was busy, or needed time to get ready to talk.
Now I should have just let her call, but I had an out of town family event Saturday, and had was on call for work on Sunday. This really meant I would only have about a 15 minute window to talk to her unless it was really early or really late.
So, I sent the email. The one I sent was a little more personalized and updated with some of the understandings that I have gained from talking with you guys. She has not replied and it has been a week. I hope she read it. I told her in the email I did not expect her to reply but that she could call anytime. I know you all advised me to not send it. The more I thought on it, not sending the email was "walking on egg shells."
This is who I am. She knows how much I care and I am not going to change how much I care for her. That intensity comes with me, and if that doesn't work for her then we cannot be. I suppose that might not have been the fair thing to do. I do feel some guilt if it cause her any pain. In my mind I had nothing to lose as she was already gone, selfish on my part. I really don't know how it could ever be the same so I was not trying to win her back in that sense. She never let me in on how hard it was for her. The only way it could work is with complete honesty and the way things worked out I feel we didn't have that.
I really don't know what she is thinking, and at this point I will never know. Maybe she really lost feelings for me. Maybe she told me that so I would just go away. She knows where I am at and I have to let go. That is her free will. Looking back, part of me thinks she was never really there. I know that isn't true, but it was her struggling to be there. We had some really great times. Maybe that is all this was meant to be. A moment in time to open our hearts up, grow, and now to move on.
I am religious, and I know that is not for everyone. This has shaken my faith a bit. I struggle to understand how such things can happen to undeserving people. I guess that is the free will of all of us. We can do good things or bad in life. The feelings we leave behind on others, those emotions are shared with God. We aren't alone. Those experiences make us who we are and we all grow from these experiences. I have heard this twice in the last few weeks, but when times are hard, when you are so down, and think you cannot go on, God is working on your soul. I heard it from a priest, and I heard it from my mother. It really is what makes me think I was so drawn to her. She has a soul purified by the hell of her childhood.
So where do I go from here? I have prayed for her daily, and I will continue to do so. I am praying for the acceptance to move on and praying for all survivors to be released from the chains of their abuse. It's the only thing left I can do.