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失落与空虚

感情上的挫败,在所难免。而挫败后的失落感,不单是难免,更是难耐的。套林宥嘉《说谎》的歌词里其中一句:“我又不脆弱,何况那算什么伤,反正爱情不就都这样”,难道我没更痛彻心扉过吗?

只是我想,我这次陷得深了一点。怪不得谁,只能说寻找真爱,一路难行。其实,我也没有后悔把自己陷得深了一些,毕竟不深陷,怎么知道这爱情海里的世界是什么模样,怎么会知道它是不是真爱呢?

陷得深,失落感自然就更多一些。面对这次的失落感,我知道自己需要拥抱的力量。于是在Jack’d上,一改之前对出卖肉体的禁忌(“出卖”也许带着过度的贬意,但我实在找不到其他字眼来表达),说自己想要“轻微的肉体暧昧”。

不过,这圈子果然豺狼虎豹比比皆是,而且非常老练。他们都不先说自己想要什么,都先问你想要什么。当你说了之后,他们就会“配合”你的口味,说自己想要的也是一样的。当你们进一步地计划那肉体上的约会之后,他们就会开始计划着让你完成他们最想要、而你没有想要的肛交。

说实在,当下的我并不介意完成他们的兽欲。我偶尔也会幻想着肛交的情景,虽然我在肛交时的兴奋感不如多数人,但我对它还是有些渴望。可是我清楚知道,自己当下真正想要的,只是有个能拥我入睡的人而已。只要完事后,他们可以给我个温暖的拥抱助我入睡,“give and take”这道理,我懂的。

但是最后,依然是事与愿违。有哪个只为满足兽欲的家伙,会在乎完事之后的事呢。洗了澡,就走人了,顶多也不过是个临走前的拥抱、吻别。

对于在肛交过程中无法尽情享受的我来说,过程中当然说不上满足感,完事后我虽满足了那偶尔出现的幻想,但留下更多的,是完事之后的空虚感。那种空虚感,是得不到肉体上的温暖的空虚感;也是得不到心灵上的温暖的空虚感;也许也是对自己,把自身献给这些豺狼虎豹的愚蠢和罪恶感;抑或是对这些只有兽欲、兽性、缺乏灵魂,但曾今也是同路人的他们,感到束手无策的同情。

想一想,他们大概曾几何时也渴望真爱,却被伤害,以至沉沦在肉体上的刺激,或是报复、伤害他人的歪念,或是酒精、药物带他们脱离现实的诱惑。

后悔吗?也不。毕竟是我也成长了,要敢做敢当。既然决定了去干,就要承担风险和后果。虽然事与愿违,但至少也知道,以后我再也不踏上这条解决不了心里的失落感的路。

我庆幸自己内心依然坚韧,懂得理性分析,不至于沉沦于肉体上的快感、酒精药物的诱惑,或是伤害别人的报复心态。

唯一的缺憾,还是我那看不见幸福的漫长追逐,就像熊天平的《爱情多瑙河》里所说的:“我不停地追逐,那黑色的幸福,就像是蒙上眼睛追逐你的路”。

我个人比较喜欢林欣甫版本的《爱情多瑙河》。

What Really Heals A Broken Heart

Apparently the best healing potion for me is meeting someone new.

After almost three months of tumbling and crawling up and holding up with a wounded heart, I finally see some signs of myself really getting over A.

Time might have worked. But I’m running out of time.

I’m quite convinced that to get a good relationship, the only way is to be in relationships, not simultaneously, of course. But experience in handling a relationship really helps to make the following relationships better.

I’m glad that I could quickly make myself start looking again. And I’m lucky enough to meet someone that strikes a chord.

But of course, before I met him, there were several false positives.

I’m hopeful but not holding my breath for it (hopefully).

Call Your Name

I set my phone to automatically records the conversation when I call or pick up a call. After each call, I would delete the recording if I think the call was not important.

But I kept all my conversations with A when he was away for his hometown last Christmas. We talked to each other almost everyday when he was not around.

So I listened to the conversations recorded a short while ago.

It’s only now that I realise he was always chatty on the phone, while I was always cool and quiet.

He would show his affection to me by saying that he missed me, or sent me kisses over the phone. And I was too dense and rarely responded to him the same way.

Now I hate myself for being dense. I could have shown my affection to him the same way he did to me. I regret for not telling him how much I love him more frequently and more explicitly.

The last recording I had with him in my phone was his crying over D and me. I can’t help weeping while listening to our conversation and how sad he was.

Too bad, my anger blinded me so much that I’ve deleted the recording of the argument I had with him right before we broke up. I wish I could know what the dense and blunt me has said to him in the argument.

But listening to our conversations during the Christmas season, it’s true that I didn’t treasure him enough.

All this while, I thought he didn’t care about me enough and that he was self-centred. I thought he didn’t love me enough to make him decide to leave me.

I know I hurt him before we’ve even started a relationship. But little do I know that I’ve hurt him so much until I listened to the conversations today.

I wish I had a chance to requite what I’ve done wrong or have not done enough to him.

I wish I could call your name again, A.

But I’m trying very hard to hold myself back. I wonder if you’re doing the same, too? Or have you totally gotten over me already?

My life is never, ever the same again after being with you.

很爱过 Deeply in Love Before

So many people appear in everyone’s life
Some of them come and go
Some of them stop by a little longer
Some of them left and then come back again.

每个人的生命里,会出现很多人
有的来了就走
有的多逗留了一会儿
有的走了又回来。

He came, and then he left
But he left his footprints
And my life is never, ever the same.

他来过然后走了
但是他留下了脚印
我的生命从此变得不一样。

Occasionally at nights, I’d grumble about him
For his lack of determination
For his abandonment
For his disappearance during my hardest times.

夜深人静时,偶尔会偷偷地埋怨他
怨他不够坚持
怨他把我抛弃
怨他没有在我最艰难的时候出现。

But I’m thankful to him.

但是又没办法不感谢他。

Because of him
I’ve grown up more.
Because of him
I’m more understanding.
Because of him
I know more about love.
Because of him
I believe I was deeply in love before.

因为他
我又成长了。
因为他
我更懂事了。
因为他
我更明白爱了。
因为他
我相信自己很爱过。

Because of him
I believe I’ve not loved the wrong person.

因为他
我相信我没有爱错。

车子

我遇上了交通意外,人没事,但车子大概要住院一两个月。

突然觉得好脆弱。

想起了我跟他峰回路转的爱情。他总是怪E君把我抢走,然后又怪我当时刚买的车,让我有机会跟E君见面,然后发展关系。他甚至说他曾经有想砸烂我车子的念头。

每当我为我车身上的小刮痕心疼时,他就免不了吃我车的醋,然后又提起他多恨我这辆车如何促成我跟E君过去的关系。

的确,当时要不是有了车子,我就不会和E君见面,进而发展关系。要不是有了车子,我就不会觉得自己可以那么自由自在地撇开他去认识别人。有了这辆车,我多了一份安全感,少了一份会被人嫌弃的自卑。有了车,我就不用担心会被人误会,说是为了有人载送而认识别人。这辆车让我有种莫名的温暖,让我觉得我该加倍呵护它,甚至心里默默地为他起了个名,配合它的日本品牌,叫他作《冬狮郎》。

我总是说《冬狮郎》是我的老公,他就说不行,只有他才可以做我老公。我就说,它跟我住在同一屋檐下,陪我到我想去的地方,还为我遮风挡雨,所以它是我老公。他就会在这时候吃我车的醋,说他要做第一老公,我的车只能做小老公。然后我就捉弄他,继续说我的车如何的好,说它是日本人,甚至还告诉他我为它起的名字,就是为了看他吃小醋的样子。

他偶尔也会开玩笑跟我撒娇,说要用他8年的A级小型车跟我未满1年的B级中型车交换,要我把我的车让给他用。

但他不知道我心里当时已经默默地决定,当我存够钱买一辆新车的时候,就把我这辆车送给他。

之后,他离开了我。老公没了,剩下小老公。

今天这场交通意外。我小老公也要(暂时)离我而去。

没了老公,也没了小老公,突然觉得好赤裸,最后一点安全感也没了,好像玻璃一样,那么轻易地就被碰碎。

也许正因如此,让我又想起了老公。

一场交通意外竟然让我忆起那么多事。