I feel like I am finally waking up from the very bad fog I have been living in for way too long and that I am awake, realizing that the silly things I believed (or rather wanted to believe) were just dreams I wished were true. The unrequited feelings I have for someone in my life (but only in my life in the sense that circumstances beyond either of our control places us in the same place almost daily) will never go away but I have accepted that and can live with it quietly until it really does go away someday.
The harder thing to accept is the friendship I have lost with someone I met when we were bonding over shared pain and formed a connection that transcended one common thing and became many. I will never know what I did wrong to lose it, but I suspect it is because I have never been very good at friendships and even worse at sustaining them, no matter how much I so want to be and have good intentions.
On Saturday it will be exactly one year since I brought my cat home and into my life and he has been a huge force in my reconciling certain things I know to be true and making peace with them. He has shown me unconditional love and what it is like to love a being who can be affectionate back and not care what I look like or whether I am socially awkward. His company is the therapy and mutual friendship I have long been looking for and even if non-animal people do not get it, even if my family thinks I am a crazy cat lady, I am okay with that and really do believe that animals can be soul mates.
