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Beryl's picture

Rachelle just left my house, and Cristina a bit before that. I'm..... slightly at a loss.
It was so intensely wonderful to just be with them, holed up in my room like the Alamo, knowing the world would find a way in but not yet. For a little while, time was ours, and we were together. This sounds so cliché, but it's really so true. For a little while, sprawled on my bed with them, just talking and laughing and sometimes just listening to part of a song one of us particularly liked in silence, I felt warm. Warm on the inside, where I haven't felt anything really solidly good in a long while. I've been kind of eh lately, more numb that anything else, and that feeling.... I had to really think about it for a moment to remember what it was.
I was happy.
I know, I know, duh heather, but it's been a while since I've been able to feel that strongly. Rachelle mentioned something like it actually, it made me feel better that I wasn't alone feeling like this. It's been happening a lot lately that I've be somewhere with some or doing something, and will realize 'I should be happy now, I love doing this or being with this person. What's wrong with me?' I suppose I can be happy, but it's not a really intense feeling it more closely boarders contented. I don’t know, it just doesn't feel the same to me. but today..... today was just incredible, in a low key way. I just smiled the entire time without thinking, and couldn't stop laughing, and there were all these things I wanted to do or say, so many things I wanted to show Rachelle, or to see with her. Cristina and I were slightly nuts, I could tell she was happy, which was even stranger than me being so. I'm sad to say it slightly through me off my stride, because it's been so long since I've seen her happy for so long. That's probably part of the reason I was so happy, we almost always reflect each other's emotional state to some extent.
I looked at the clock around 4:30 and realized they might have to go soon and it was heartbreaking. I told Rachelle I loved her when I said goodbye and meant it, I don't say these things lightly. Neither of us do, and it was really wonderful to hear, and to know she meant it too. I hope she knows how much I did. I mean, I don't understand why, it doesn't make sense to feel strongly about someone I've only met three times, but she's really important to me. She understands a lot more than most people, and what she doesn't I think she'd let us explain. Us. Me and Cristina. We're twice as together when she's involved. Maybe it's because we get so exited and start babbling, I dunno. But chelle deals with it, it makes me feel so good when she talks about how funny we are together. We've come through so much to be like this, it's incredible. This is wandering, so Rachelle's awesome hat and I are going to go.... do something now. I'm not sure what, I feel so out of it now they're both gone.... I don't know how to react, what to do. It's weird. *shrug*

Yours,
~ Beryl

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v a n d a l's picture

:)

id like to call it the 'next day syndrome' though these things dont always take until the next day to kick in. where you've just had so much intensity with people then they're gone and its gone, but you're still going "wow, what the? wow". and you're at a loss to what to do next. but its good. makes you realise how good that time was together.

i usually have these times after nights hangin with a small group (ok, so usually they involve mdma along the way... but im not condoning that), and always involve a strong connection to the people you're with.

its good :)

Beryl's picture

^_^

Haha, yeah, exactly. Good too know it isn't just me.

Rachelle is still Great's picture

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"...and there were all these things I wanted to do or say, so many things I wanted to show Rachelle, or to see with her."

I felt the exact same way. You worded it so perfectly. I just want to whisk you away to Trout Lake and Mt. Adams and our waterfalls to show you exactly what I meant, even though I can tell you understand as well as anyone can without ever having been there.

And I could tell you meant it, when you said you loved me. Your eyes were like a beautifully-illustrated book. And I was so glad you meant it, even though I never say "I love you" in hopes of hearing it from the other person, but just so they know. But it was really good to hear it and feel it in return.