Freeing Us Both
Occupation: Full Time College Student
Birthplace: San Jose, California
1.Difficult to find, catch or achieve 2. Hard to comprehend or define. 3.Hard to isolate or identify.
She is elusive. But some difficulties strengthen a connection.
She is hard to define. But amazing people can’t be easily defined.
She is difficult to identify. But she is still in the making. “Perfection takes time,” they say.
The First Encounter
Never had I encountered someone so elegant, so angelic, so well-suited as a model of human perfection.
I tried my hardest to impress this angel with my-not-so impressive basketball skills. Luckily she found this humorous.
I mumbled random words in an attempt to form a sentence but they kept stumbling over her beauty.
She boldly broke the ice, “Hi Donovan, nice to officially meet you — haha.”
Those seven words, and a chuckle, melted my heart.
“Hi Aimee…” my shaky voice croaked.
Hours passed and small talk grew into conversation. I became more confident and she became even more angelic. To this day I am surprised she stayed so long because if I were in her shoes I would’ve left after “Hi.”
Day became night and it was time to go home. She gave me a hug — no ordinary hug; it was warm and cozy and the moment felt perfect.
Her tears pierced my skin like a knife.
She vented about her insecurities and sadness, and all I could think was, “How can someone so perfect be sad all the time?”
Her tears were contagious. They rolled down my face because I couldn’t bear the sight of anyone crying, especially Aimee.
She sometimes played a happy character so that people wouldn’t ask if she was okay. But really, she was a grey cloud. It was like going to Disneyland alone… on a rainy day.
We shared Spanish class together and I sat behind her. She even looked beautiful from behind. But she rarely came to school and I rarely caught sight of her.
She sat in the dark, covering her ears, as if someone were yelling at her.
I asked, “Are you okay?” and she replied, “They won’t let me tell you.”
All I could do was hold her tight, pretend that everything was okay, and paint a picture in her mind that we were living a beautiful life.
That night I texted her sister to check up on how she was doing, and her sister said she was well. Still puzzled, I asked what was wrong, and she explained, “Aimee is diagnosed with schizophrenia.”
What the fuck is schizophrenia?
I googled schizophrenia and learned that it’s a mental disorder that affects the way a person thinks, feels or acts.
People with schizophrenia also tend to hear voices in their heads. The voices can be calm one moment and yelling he next.
I stayed up all night reading about this disorder.
I was devastated. And then I was angry.
I was angry at God. How could he send an angel down from heaven only to suffer with schizophrenia? How cruel could He be? I prayed for her in hopes God would take the disorder away. And then I read that schizophrenia cannot be treated and is a long-term illness.
I took the “ish” out of selfish
I never knew that putting someone else before me could pain me so much.
I didn’t know how to tell her this, but I told her “We need a break. You need to learn to love yourself before you can love someone else.” I didn’t want her relying on me to bring her joy, I wanted her to be able to bring herself joy.
She began to cry.
I could feel my eyes weighing my face down. But I refused to cry in front of her because I knew I would regret my decision. I knew she needed me.
How fucked up am I to leave her when she needs me the most?
But it had to be done, because if she loved me more than she loved herself that would be harmful.
I took away the “ish” in selfish and put “less” behind it. I did a selfless act that would pain me in the long run.
After we exchanged goodbyes, I went into a car where my friends were waiting. They asked if I was okay. Without hesitation I said I was fine. Everyone stayed silent until the driver pulled the car over and came to the back seat to hug me.
I cried. I cried like I’d never cried before. I began to weep and was so upset at myself for leaving her when she needed me most.
Best Day of My Life
The only words I could form were, “Oh my god!”
She was stunning. An “11” out of “10.”
We had broken up but I couldn’t imagine attending prom without my best friend. And I had promised her freshmen year that I would take her to Senior Prom.
As we walked around downtown San Jose taking photos an old couple congratulated us, the newly weds. We looked at each other and started laughing. All we could say was “Thank you!”
We did look good together, a perfect pair like peanut butter and jelly.
The night was magical and the sky was dark, which made Aimee glow even brighter than the stars.
We danced, we laughed and we took some awesome photos. Later that night, we gathered with my friends to reflect on our wonderful night. I realized that I truly love this girl, not only for her beauty, but for the fact that she understood me. Before I dropped her off, she told me that she loved me as a person and as a significant other.
Every day I try to learn something new about her, and every day is a new adventure. In the words of the Temptations, “I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day” and it makes me happy to say she is “My Girl.”
She is wonderful, and I am truly fortunate to have a best friend that I am blessed enough to call my girlfriend.
We are no longer together.
How can you explain to someone you still love that you can’t be together so that she can grow and so that I can grow?
She never believed me when I told her I was the reason she was stressed.
I don’t think anyone can understand that for Aimee to grow I had to leave her.
I still love her which is why it hurts to see her with another man. She wanted me to see her dance. She wanted me to see her kiss him. Maybe she wanted to prove to herself that she can love herself and receive love in return. Maybe she wanted to show me up. But what matters is that she is happy, I think.
Now that she has moved on who am I to fuck that up and try to rekindle our past?
She is back and better than ever.
I learned a lot from Aimee, but it’s my turn to be happy.