Showing posts with label #hearts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #hearts. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 8, 2020

On the bank of the river Sox

I have had a very tumultuous relationship with romance and I must admit that I have often been very naive about people and what they have to  offer. I am also the first to admit to some of the problematic romantic views that  I held growing up which were rooted in my upbringing as well as my exposure to romantic relationships as depicted in the media, but more on these in  another post.

This post is about a boy that I met in the club on the first weekend of December 2019. This was my first visit to the club in 2019 and a first in about 4 years, before then I had only ever been 'out like that' two other times (one as a coping mechanism to a break -up that you all know too well about from  my earlier posts!). 

The club environment is not really my scene. I am into more intimate settings like jazz bars or restaurants for dinners with friends, and anything over food really - anyway I  digress.

Just to  provide some background, prior to  this, between  September and October 2019 I had been involved with someone and the experience was nothing short of an emotionally abusive relationship. By mid-October it had ended and I was working on myself, prioritizing self-care, getting the necessary psychological help, travelling and putting myself out there. 

I met this man through a mutual acquaintance and from the onset I was visibly attracted to  him. We went on to have a few video calls and ultimately spent New Years Eve 2019 together. with my friends hosting us overnight. It was  a magical night. 

The following letter was sent to the Clive around 12 January 2020. My experience in September/October influenced my expressions in the labor of love that follows. I wanted to be clear about my intentions, and I wanted it known that I wasn't open to wasting my time.

The point of this post is not to get you to  feel sorry for me. On the contrary, it is to  (hopefully) inspire you to be more transparent and accountable in your engagements with people. I have observed that very often people don't want to be transparent about where they are, what they want and don't want, and would rather string another party along whilst they figure out their feelings. This they do without informing the other party or giving the other party the option to choose whether or not they wish to be participants in the other's exploratory journey.

I want it to be clear that I support the idea of people  'figuring themselves out' (unreservedly), however long it takes. Where I disagree is; finding one's self shouldn't be at the cost and expense of the time, effort, love and emotional investment of another.

To this day I haven't received a response from Clive, although we have had numerous engagements on Whatsapp and have had a few run-ins in person. 
One of the things I learned from this journey is that  even a lack of response is a form of response, and it can be far more telling then a worded response.

Finally, I wish to  acknowledge that this 'letter' was quite lengthy and that that may have had an impact on the response of the receiver. Perhaps my communication could have been succinct - but I want it to be clear that I did provide more than sufficient time for them to  go read and ponder upon their feelings so ultimately it was for them to share their heart with me too.

Here goes: 

** Greetings and pleasantries **

I took some down time to reflect and rest, and did some studying as well.
So... are you free to chat?

As part of my self-care journey I have made a commitment to engage uncomfortable and difficult conversations in order not to get my heart and overall health into trouble (again).

I’m sure you can tell where this is going?

Yeah - so, I had a really great time on NYE/new years’s day and after much reflection I’ve discovered that I want to explore “this” further, to spend time and really get to know each other via dates and stuff.
So I thought to write to you so we could have an adult conversation about where we both are individually , what we are looking for, what we want, intentions etc.

I guess I should start- I’m obvs into you, I’m not sure what that means just yet cause we haven’t spent much personal time together and I believe the best way for me to get to know someone is to share a life and moments with them. So I’d like that opportunity to better inform my feelings. At the same time, I’m 27.58 years old man and I really wouldn’t want to get invested in a thing if the other party wasn’t fully open to the experience.

The thing about dating for me is to be and to experience being pursued as equally (if not more) than my own pursuits of the other person. And my intention with dating is to create a connection with the ultimate goal of being in a long-term committed relationship. So essentially I’d be using the dating experience as a springboard to further clarify for myself what I feel.

The point of my text is not to say that we are suddenly tied down to each other (or forever) should we agree to pursue this, but it’s to open up honest authentic conversation about our individual states of mind and I guess to establish a terms of reference (yes - I’m that nerdy).

So I’m hoping you too have had time to think about what you want, where you are and where you see ‘us’ going.

I understand if you need time to think and revert back, so take as much time as you need.
And if you feel that you only want friendship for now or indefinitely - that’s also okay. I can respect that and I remain open.

Thanks.
Thabang 

PS: The guy was introduced to me as Clive, but his friends and those that know him affectionately call him "Sox", it's short for his Xhosa name. The name Clive translates to a cliff, slope, bank of a river, hence the title of this post.

Saturday, July 4, 2015

Hearts carry guns: sore bones and liberating letters to 3

I don't want you to break up with him for me
I want you to try it out with him, and if you do break up, I want it to be at your own accord. And if you do not break up I also want it to be at your own accord. I want you to be happy.

I want to respect your relationship. I won't ask you to leave him. This is unfair on him, you and me too. And you know I'm a man of principle.

I never really had you, though I did ever really love you.  In between sharing you with your feelings about your ex, I don't wanna be a rebound again and share you with memories of him.

So if you ever do break up, I don't want you to come running to me, though I'll probably still be waiting. I want you to take your time, I want you to think, and when you know for sure that you wanna get to know Thabang and you wanna try it out with him; I want you to call me. It won't be easy. I won't be easy (and I want you to know this cause  I'm a deeply complicated person and I tend to over think stuff). And I want you to tell me.

I don't want you to think that you can get it anytime, although maybe you could. But that would cause you to disrespect me. And I can't have that! I don't want you to think that I'm pathetically needy for you, although there were days I thought I was, I made it past those days; honey look at me! I don't want you to think I'm desperate for you, I just want you to know that I struggle to understand how people can easily give their hearts to another when they had also given it to one before. And you carry my heart cause of the words you spoke to me. 

I just want you to know that you are loved and you are a good thing.

So I don't want you to choose me cause of all the pressures, and without having had other experiences. I want you to choose me, if and when after those experiences you know for certain that I'm your best option, and that you are mine too.

Saturday, January 3, 2015

When it pours my heart pours too

03 January 2015

I absolutely love the rain! I just love it when it rains. Witnessing this marvelous release by nature (or in our case- global warming) gives me such great pleasure. I'm overcome by these nostalgic chills.
I promise you, I want a two or three-storey house with glass everything, so I can watch. Like the king's watchmen, I can watch.

I'm not sure why I carry such strong feelings for the rain. Perhaps its the soothing sounds of large raindrops hitting the roof? Sounds that can give any child the most peaceful of sleeps. Or perhaps it's the idea of being able to blow my breath onto the window glass causing a  temporal misty surface where I can then draw hearts, and watch them slowly fade; like the great loves I've experienced. I'm not quite sure. Maybe the rain remains dear to me because it was during the rain days of my childhood that I could lay in bed and actively dream, wide awake. I would draw inspiration from the areas I had been to and the television content I had seen. I was very attentive when I went to Brits to shop with my grandma. I would also pay careful attention to the family settings on Generations. I would watch the white people, and what they ate. They seemed to always have it together. Oh there was a time when I wished I was adopted ... by a white family; 'cause in my young mind that would make everything better. I would have better exposure than I had otherwise had.

It is for this reason that I'm drawn to Cape Town winters, and why in the spring I'm tolerant of Pretoria. I love the roars of the thunderstorms. Dark clouds too. I even wanted to stay in England for a bit , just so I can spend my days adoring the dark gloomy clouds.
I have all these weird connections with nature you know. Like, I have this beautiful mountain in Pretoria that I love. I see it everywhere. It is just so long and beautiful. I've seen many mountains, but their beauty pales in comparison to that of this one. I also recall the first time I saw the living ocean. I was so mesmerized! A couple of weeks before that I had been longing for something, I couldn't pin point what, but I knew it was something remarkable. So when I finally witnessed the  ocean, from the depths of my spirit I could see myself entering the ocean waters and just walking, and walking. Walking the journey of forever. The kind of walking that we do on land. Not walking on water, but walking through and not drowning. I'd heard that the ocean gets pretty deep the further you go. Yet I didn't care. For me it would just be like walking. I think that experience spoke to my need to feel focused and undistracted.
Very weird right? Well, I'm weird.

The rain feels different lately. I attach it to different people. When I'm here in my mother's home and I look South Easterly towards Mabopane whilst it pours, my heart aches. I don't know the reason. It feels like I have forgotten someone that I ought to remember. Sometimes It feels like I have lost somebody who stays there. Yet, I can't seem to figure out who. I used to think it had something to do with Khumo, maybe sometimes it does. But I sometimes sense strongly that it has something to do with someone else. Someone I am missing deeply.

Or it could just be my adult self mourning being unable to enjoy the rain as much as my childhood self did.

I don't know.

I just know that I am missing someone or something and my heart aches