[Originally written on this day in 2006]
There are random bruises and scratches on my back that were discovered while showering this morning. There was a stiffness in my left arm that felt as though it was a result of being stuck in one position during sleep.
The past couple of days have been full of decadence and high-powered emotions, which has me on a natural high and wanting nothing more than to be with him. Beyond the superficial details there has always been something more that has kept me loyal to this one person when so many other people have drifted in and out of my life. The question is not why I continue supporting this friendship, but rather why I deserve his undying devotion when he could likely have anyone he wanted. Some would suggest that I am being used yet I don’t see what he would be getting out of the friendship when he has given me so much more than I can put into words. He might be a thief and a junkie and other things that don’t usually fall into the category of qualities you look for in a best friend, but I wouldn’t feel like much of one myself if I held any of that against him.
If I trust him so much and believe the beautiful words that have dripped from his lips, I should have been swimming in happiness and other good feelings. Instead the back of my throat was seized by fear and I was helplessly trapped in the bed as my whole body trembled. A few deep, slow breaths eased my mind momentarily so that I could regain control, though a self-addressed “What the fuck?” had me sitting up in bed realizing just how alone I was.
This is what you wanted, I had to remind myself, but I have also lived in small spaces with another person for the past five years and sort of got used to having someone else there. My room is at the end of a hall and I hear more outside noises than anything else, so I laid there curled up in the middle of my bed with face half-buried in a pillow on account it sort of smelled like him. Or maybe that was my skin.
He called me this afternoon, which is something I am still getting used to considering how we have communicated in the past, but I didn’t mention this little incident since I was lost in his voice from the moment he said hello. We talked about some of the things that had happened recently, or I should say he wanted to let me know how much he had enjoyed it and when we could do it again. Not sure which part he was referring to, I coyly inquired if he could elaborate on what he meant and was met with much laughter.
“You need me to spell it out for you?” he teased.
“Not particularly, but I wouldn’t mind hearing what you say it either.”
“Damn girl, you’re getting me all hot ‘n’ bothered over here.”
This time I laughed and savored a smile. “Good to know.”
“You drive me crazy, Angel and I don’t know why, but I have a burning desire for you that just won’t quit. Now I’m not good at this sentimental shit so pardon me for being so blunt.” There was an awkward pause and I thought that maybe we had been disconnected. “Darling, I love you for so many reasons I’d lose my voice trying to list them all, so I’ll just go with the fact you make my life better by just being in it and I am so thankful to have had a friend like you for so many years.”
There was silence on my end as I wiped back tears and tried to formulate a response.
“Everything alright over there?”
“Yes,” I croaked.
“I wish you were here with me,” he said with a sigh, “doesn’t feel right without you.”
He had the power to change that at any time throughout the course of our relationship and I dealt with whatever choice he made even if there were things I wanted to ask and refrained from doing so since I appreciated the time we did get to spend together. Having him say it to me while I’m finally living on my own felt different – it wasn’t something to think about ‘some day’ anymore, but rather a present situation neither of us seemed to want to fully address. Where would we go? What would we do? How would we take care of ourselves? Would we eventually get tired of each other? All this and more had plagued my mind for years but in those minutes we were connected on the phone, not a single one of these thoughts entered my mind when I next spoke.
“Nothing makes me feel as good as you do, Aaron,” I confessed, finding courage somewhere despite the fact my voice wavered a bit.
There was a grunt in reply and some other muffled sounds that had me curious of what was happening on his end. “Listen, I’m getting short on time here but I love you Angel and will talk to you again soon.”
For about an hour I laid in bed repeating those words in my head and losing myself to sordid fantasies, wondering how long it would take him to fulfill that promise.