Bury it, I won't let you bury it.

A lot of time has gone by, and suddenly I realize I'm looking back at four months of life without Trevor. And its absolutely blowing my mind. It feels like yesterday that my mom was cooing to me that I just needed to get some distance and time between us. That I needed the opportunity to rebuild a life for myself that didn't have him around every turn. New stories, memories, friends, triumphs, and falls... without him. I remember thinking "how impossible." I remember feeling so cut open at the thought that I might even have to consider a life without him. And when I look back to where I was four months ago, I think, "how could I have felt that way?" How did I let myself become so enveloped in the idea of Me and Him, and let the idea of what I wanted for MY life to just drift away..? You know when you hear people say that hindsight is 20/20? That notion seems to go out the window when it involves the heart, and I can honestly say that four months ago, I truly believed I was not going to get over this. I was so jaded. I remember the Me that was then, and I feel like I was hopped up on morphine. Couldn't see through this fog of... love? Well... whatever it was. And that scares me a little, honestly. That I can become so consumed, not see clearly, not think rationally. And I'm so glad I'm out of it now. So glad I've had the chance to get my whits together, collect my thoughts, and turn back in to me, instead of some love warewolf. Yet its so sad in a way, because I loved Trevor so much and thought so highly of him, and even though it was ignorant, and I had created that Trevor in my mind... well... it was nice, really. Ignorance really can be bliss. And now that its gone, its almost like he has died, and that does break my heart a little. I don't have this man in my life that I believed could do great things, and was an outstanding human being, and a caring lover. Having him, made me feel like there was some cosmic plan out there. Even thinking the words now, I know he was never any of those things. And it makes me fear this brain of mine, because I really did believe my life was perfect for awhile. That even though, now I can see clearly, and even though now I know the facts from the fiction, it was still nice when I got to believe the fiction as true. The question now... looking back at that year of my life, after I am 4 months out of it... the question is HOW? How was I so blind? He didn't do it to me, I did. And all I can say now is, damn my mind. It always seems to get me in to trouble. Maybe I should stop pretending like the feelings I get in the pit of my stomache are the same thing as clear and rational thought. But where would the fun be in any of that? Is it better to live like a dreamer and get your heart broken, or never let yourself fall in to the magic of possibility? I can't quite decide, but love is a magic here on earth, a drug I can't live without no matter how bad the crash is... and I don't think I want to give up the habit.

I found these two notes in my Outlook Express, and since they were personal thoughts, and I've really been mulling over some Trevor stuff lately... I had yet another dream about him 2 nights ago... I want to include it here:

DREAMS 10/14/08 10:51 AM
I've been dreaming about you lately. And it's been strange because I was just thinking to myself how I've never dreamed of you after our end. I dreamed about Dex all the time, for a long time. But not you. Now its happening. I think because I'm finally letting you go. And I really am letting you go now. Once I had a dream where you and I had broken up and I saw you somewhere and you missed me and I miss you and the dream ended with me holding you on a couch somewhere. Not together again, but with eachother again and I didn't have to miss you anymore. That blurb in a dream was all I dreamed of you until recently. The other night I had a dream that I was with yogi, john, mandi, kami, and others. We were being chased by... something. Horses? Something big and scary. And I remember running in to a building that was abandoned and there was a circus and a restaurant next door that i could see through windows. And there was a statue of these three bronze horses and suddenly I was outside looking at this fountain of horses. They called me back inside to hide, and so we did. I don't remember much else but we had to hide from something, and my car had been stolen. It was my corsica, and i had important things in that car and no one would tell us where the car was, though they had seen it. Only Kami and Mike helped me search for that car. Then we wound up needing to hide from something. The horses came alive and chased us. The horses were bad, and evil, and we never saw it coming. After it was all said and done, you were there. You came to see what were were doing or if we were alright or something like that. I was standing in a little room with you and one other person and as we were walking out you started to say something to me and I said that I knew and it wasn't a big deal. That you couldn't be there for me and that's ok. You said yea... I said you're dating chelsea again too arn't you and you said... i have been. Something like that. And i treated you like the day you came to pick up your stuff and i casually mentioned the fact that you trashed our bike. I was breaking on the inside but of course you would never know that. I had to be strong even in my dream.
Then last night, I had a dream that i was with my family. Only mom dad and john. It was dark and we were on a dock moving things to somewhere. The headlights glared and i knew we were getting some help from someone. Mike and you were there then. I saw Mike and hugged him, and then I realized that you were there. You looked different. How I imagine you might look as a man, or at least the physical representation of you becoming a man that is worth anything to me. Something along those lines. But you still looked like you. I couldn't believe my praents' gaul at asking him for help, especially now. But each of them just looked at me, including Mike, with a knowing glance... "Don't take this on, Mandie." That's what they were saying with their eyes. You were wearing a really strange green sweater, and i remember having the thought that it was ugly, but that you must have broadened your horizons because when i knew you, you wouldn't have been caught dead in anything like that. I didn't say anything to you at first because I am still so sad about us, but you started to say something to me to make that contact, and stopped. We all knew you wanted to do something, say something, change... something about the situation. Mike kind of nudged me toward you as mom and dad gave me a look. So I walked over and said oh come here give me a hug, and we both had big smiles on our faces. Mine was real as long as I only thought about the fact that I was with you again, but I faked it because it hurt so much. I don't know if you were happy or sad or indifferent because you never said anything else. I pulled away from you and got a wiff of cologne. A scent you hadn't worn when we were together, and it made me wonder if you were really growing up. Then you went about your work and so did I.

THINKING OF YOU 10/13/08 12:03 PM
I was thinking of you today, like most days. And you know what I keep coming back to? We were so unhappy. I heard in a song the other day, something about how happiness shouldn't be measured by the moments after you stop fighting. That's how I measured us. Always. That really wasnt fair or right to either of us. We both deserve to be so much happier than that. And that's what is really making this more ok for me, I think. Because sometimes, like on my birthday, I think about you hard and for a long time. And I miss you so much. And then I remember how our relationship actualy was, and though parts of it were fun happy and healthy... most of it wasn't. And I'm really letting all of that guilt that I had toward not being able to make you happier or healthier... go. I'm really becoming ok with the fact that you gave me everything you were capable of, but that it wasn't enough. And that's ok, because it just means that there is someone better for me. Someone more right, makes me happier. And I really do worry about you still, and think about you all of the time, but really I think about you in the same way that I think about Sophie, and how I felt so bad because she was too much for me and I couldn't be the right one for her. That's how I think of you anymore... I'm sad that we weren't right for eachother... and mostly, I'm sad because I feel that I failed you. And I know I shouldn't take that on, because its not my job to be your savior, you have to save yourself. But I loved you and I love you still, and if it were within my power to do it you would have been saved already. You would have been happy all along. Now I just have to deal with the pain that I cannot fix the one person I want more than anything to be fixed.