A former lover killed himself two days ago. He was a kind, sweet gentle soul who never uttered a harsh word against anyone but his wife. Yes, he was a married man, and that’s just one of the reasons he was a former lover and not a present one.
I first met him maybe six years ago, and I was instantly attracted to him physically. It was the kind of attraction that felt like pure, unadulterated need. Nothing came of it. He moved far away.
Then one day, he was back. We met for coffee, and in that public place, it was all I could do to keep my hands off him. He electrified me. I put my hand on his knee and felt the charge surge through me. I know he felt it, too, because we made it to bed rapidly.
The affair did not last. I could not satisfy his many needs, and actually, I encouraged him to get psychiatric help, which he did. He had been diagnosed with bipolar disorder, too. He called me quickly after that asking, “Are we still friends?” “Yes,” I replied. “With benefits?” he continued. “No,” I managed to eek out.
I saw him several times after that in social settings, and the meetings were pleasant.
I remember his soft voice, his questioning eyes, and his wide hands.
I remember his want. He had an enormous void.
His needs, desires, wants, and that void are all gone now, and I am left behind to carry the sadness and the anger.
I can’t tell his friends we were lovers. He was not out of the closet. I can’t tell my friends I lost a lover to suicide. We knew the same people.
It’s all bottled up inside me. The cork stopper is pushed down tight, and I so want it to pop open and release the pain and tension that boils in my stomach and sits on my shoulders.
I feel very much alone.
4 thoughts on “Being Left Behind”
I am so sorry to hear of your loss. My thoughts are with you and I hope you can feel better knowing he is at least not struggling with the emotional pain that he once had.
Thank you. I am feeling better this week. Writing helped. Talking to good friends helped. Seeing my therapist also helped.
I appreciate your words, too.
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