How had the girl been trapped into the relationship she did not
want? That is a little more
complicated. I said before she seduced
me, but in truth I seduced her first.
Remember that we were very close, much closer than lovers, we were
friends. I did not set out to take
advantage of the friendship, at least not consciously. But in my state of virtue for the first time
I was comfortable opening up with her.
I opened up about my relationship at home and my feelings towards
her, but with an eye to its impossibility, it’s innocence. But the power behind it I could not hide, the
passion burned in the words I wrote, of innocent intent but written in fire.
Against this backdrop, the erosion of innocence was inevitable
because the reasons to guard against it were unclear. Gas lighting?
Yes, probably. I can say it was
unintentional, but it is also perhaps true that nothing that the high
performing narcissist does is totally unintentional. They are too clever by far for their own
good.
Afterwards, we were both trapped in a way. Both by love, of course. Hers was a little bit more sane with more
shallow roots. Perhaps she stayed on too
long because of her desire to see through what she had started, whether it be
to save me or to satisfy her morbid curiosity of how I would self destruct next
or perhaps the unconscious motive of how to move on without abandoning a friend. For my part I was possessed of a strange
romanticism that was a symptom of my condition perhaps. I would always be in love. To this day, I feel justified, not because of
anything that I did, but because she was deserving of love. I cannot be excused for the complicated way
in which I approached it, but I accept that it exists. I was
now abandoned by this mercurial-minded woman who breezily moves through love
affairs but was having some difficulty dealing with a friend who had been
caught within the whirlwind that was her breeze.
And it was friendship that would bring us back together again.
I open a book and see these words: "The sharp edge of a razor
is difficult to pass over; thus the wise say the path to Salvation is hard
(Katha-Upanishad)
How do we judge one another?
How do we forgive one another.
This is how she forgave me for a time.
We missed each other, it was a certainty that when we talked it was an
intimate conversation which required no rules.
And so one day, months after the breakup there was a call for
me. She asked if we had been apart long
enough to see each other, to talk in the name of the long friendship we had and
to make peace.
In order to avoid even the possibility of sex. Perhaps we both knew that she was both
controlled and forever in the grips of the passions that radiated from her like
light waves from a sun.
We decided we would meet in a remote beach-like area, half way
between us, but closer to where she was.
It was a quiet town where we could find a quiet restaurant and
talk.
Of course, I would get there before her, even though she was
closer. It was, after all, the nature of
our relationship that she kept me waiting.
In her defense, and I would defend her actions through everything that
happened despite the obvious missteps she made, her job was all consuming and
for her to make time for me in the midst of all she had to do and the continuing
trail of lovers that I believed to exist after our break up whether they did or
not. I, on the other hand, after a
period of several years of frenetic activity the metaphorical equivalent of
swimming naked in a hurricane in the north sea for a like period of time
reached a brief hiatus of the type experienced by those who are beset with
legal problems, both claims against me and those against others.
I did regularly get threatening correspondence telling me that my
economic world would be brought to an end by this entity or that, but I had
refocused my life, in large part. At
first love had been an enormous part of the focus, but after the whims of my
lover had left me bereft of that life raft, I had turned myself to more
intellectual concerns and, uncharacteristically for someone with my problems,
to the problems of others and society as a whole.
I had thoughts of sex
whenever I thought of her, but in this case, they were so far-fetched as to be nothing
more than background noise. In fact, I
suspected she wouldn’t show up and I prepared myself for that disappointment,
uncertain why it seemed so tragic that it might happen.
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