” Sometimes, I sit alone under the stars
and think of the galaxies inside my
heart, and truly wonder if anyone will
ever want to make sense of all that
I am.”
Christopher Poindexter
It’s been a while since I posted…I was trying to get on with life instead of talking about it, instead of thinking about it.
I was trying to get over him by getting to know someone new.
Someone I met online.
We started to talk on the phone.
We were getting along fine.
I began to think I might possibly have met someone I like.
I hadn’t seen him because of his reluctance to share his picture or meet for a coffee.
I insisted.
He relented.
Said he would send a picture but explained before sending it that there was something wrong.
That he was partially sighted.
That was okay with me. I could live with that.
He tried to explain that it was more than that.
I couldn’t visualise it.
So he sent it.
And that’s when it all went wrong.
He has neurofibromatosis.
I feel so shallow.
But I couldn’t see myself with him.
So we’re no longer speaking.
I feel sad for myself. I feel sad for him.