There’s No Peace In Quiet

“My friends are always over so I’m not alone. And the TV’s on the second that they leave. Ghosts don’t stand a chance against the radio, that’s why I turn the music up to sleep. Cause there’s no peace in quiet…just footsteps on the stairs. Whispers in the silence, remind me you’re not there…there’s no peace in quiet. Tonight, I’ll lie down knowing you’re not coming home-then I’ll swear I hear you keys outside the door. And I’ll hate myself for checking as if I don’t know that’s it’s just the wind chimes on the neighbors porch. Cause there’s no peace in quiet…just footsteps on the stairs. Whispers in the silence, remind me you’re not there…there’s no peace in quiet. I hear you singing in the shower, I hear you breathing in my bed, but there’s nothing I hear louder than the words I never said. Cause there’s no peace in quiet…just footsteps on the stairs. Whispers in the silence, remind me you’re not there…there’s no peace in quiet.” -No Peace in Quiet, Delta Rae

Kind of crazy that just a paragraph-can contain an entire song, that at this very moment speaks to every feeling I have in my life.

Shortly after Tyler made his decision to go back to his ex, I started writing him a journal. I’m not sure if it’s for him or if it’s more for me-trying to make sure that I get out what I need to. I don’t know if I’ll ever give it to him. Maybe I should burn the pages. Maybe I should keep them for this little blog of mine. Maybe I should give them to him, so he can really know what he lost out on…but maybe it’s too much? All I know is that those pages have helped me more than anything.

It’s become dreadfully obvious to me that I am making myself TOO available to him. He calls or text,s I respond immediately. Like…embarassingly fast. I realized today that I need to take an even further step back. I’ve stopped texting and calling. I hate getting that message saying “I’m with Stephanie.” I hate getting no response at all. So I trained myself to do something else-ANYTHING else instead of messaging him when I want to. It’s helped-I’m not as attached to him as I was before. I think that when he reaches out to me, I want to seem like I have time to make for him instead of him having to wait for attention-like he used to have to do with her.

It’s time for me to face the facts; he’s not coming back, at least anytime in the near future. He’s got what he wants, and for the time being, until the newness wears off, she’s got what she wants. I’m not in the equation anymore and I need to realize that.

But why is it so fucking hard?

I wish there was a manual for this kind of thing…that something would happen in a relationship and then BAM! Everything makes sense. But instead I’m here trying to keep myself together, when all I want to do is break down in tears.

Enough of this depressing mess.

One Day…

One day you’ll be sitting on the couch wrapped up in a hoodie and blankets and feel like crying…But the tears won’t come anymore. You’ll think about how hard the past few months have been…or even how hard this year has been and you’ll want to just break down, and have someone hold you. But you won’t go there.

One day you’ll catch yourself singing your song, and you won’t long for him the way you used to.

One day you’ll catch yourself dancing in the shower that once held you and your tears-and you’ll realize, you’re going to make it.

One day, you’ll walk past him, and he’ll look up at you by instinct, and you’ll just keep walking. He’ll crack a little on the inside because you’re showing him you no longer need those eyes to reassure you that life is going to be okay. You no longer need anything from him-you’ve taught yourself all of this on your own.

One day, you’ll reach for the phone to call him, but this time, you’ll dial the number of a girl friend-or you’ll put the phone down all-together, because you’ve learned that there is absolutely nothing that will bring you solace from a conversation with him.

One day, a stranger will touch you. You’ll feel the warmth of another man’s hand-the softness in their kiss and the avalanche that would have once filled your mind with horrible crippling emotions won’t happen anymore. The warmth and softness will be both exciting and liberating. You’re no long comparing him to someone else.

If you heart gets broken again, sure-you’ll wrap it all up and he’ll come flooding to your mind. But you can take a deep breathe and know that for just a moment…You made it without him. And you’ll exhale knowing that he hasn’t quite made it yet, because he’s waiting for you to come back. He’s waiting for you to make the lonely call, send the sad text…something to show him that you’re needy and lonely leaving him full of the power that you’ve tried so desperately to remove from him.

You’ve got this baby, all of these one day scenarios aren’t too far away. You’ll be able to do all of this on your own.

“And you know it’s not like she’s forgot about him, she’s just dealing with the pain. The fact that she survived so well without him…you know it’s driving him insane. And the crazy thing about it, is she’d take him back, but the fool in him that walked out-is the fool that just won’t ask..she’s gonna make it, he never will. He’s at the foot of the mountain, she’s over that hill. He’s sinking at sea, her sails are filled…she’s gonna make it…he never will.”


“So if you’re gonna break my heart, just break it. If you gonna take a shot just take it, and take it fast…If you ever loved me…have mercy.”

Ah, the lonely hours-we meet again.

I decided to write here instead of texting him.

The night I went to see him was a complete disaster. I sobbed, and sobbed and sobbed. I cried for my 45 minute car ride. When I first got there, we just chatted about random things, and 2 hours later is dreadfully obvious that it was time to say good-bye.

I forgot to tell you that he has cerebral palsy. He has to use arm crutches to get around-and I would be lying if I said that I hadn’t thought twice about taking that on. There are a lot of things that come with dating someone who has a handicap, but I feel like I would have missed out on the world had I not given him a shot. Anyway, he asked me to get out of the car because he wanted to show me something that he had never shown anyone. He walked, not well, and not for long, but he walked to me. For some reason, that moment of vulnerability made my heart ache and I cried even more. Even just thinking about it makes me want to cry all over again.

Rewinding a little bit, when I was crying in the car he did something that no one else has ever done. He made me keep eye contact with him. He wanted me to share that with him, and the vulnerability that felt in that moment was probably the most naked I’ve ever felt in a relationship.

He had told me that he loved me a few days before he told me about her-when he finally did tell me about her, I had asked if he really meant it. Somehow though; I didn’t want to know the answer because I was so incredibly scared that the answer to that too, would break my heart. So, instead of expecting a response, I told him again: ‘I really do love you, with my whole heart.’ I said. ‘Me too, more than you will ever know.’ He said. The realism of the world struck me in the face like the tentacle of an octopus. How could two people love each other that much, but it not work? How could I love someone that much-and our two train cars pass so quickly?

“If two hearts were meant to be, they’ll find a way I guess
But when goodbye started, man, I was a mess

Cause she was the right girl
Yes, she was all mine
Thought about her all day
We spent every night
Chasing down the stars
Talking ’bout forever
And I learned the hard way
Never say never
It’s too bad that clocks can’t stop on a dime…
Cause she was the right girl
The right girl at the wrong time.”

People keep asking me why I’m sticking around. Waiting for the fall out maybe? No, it’s because my heart knows this won’t last, and that at the end I’ll somehow prevail-whether we’re together again or not.

Crazy, or romantic? I started a journal to him. I write in there when I used to call him because we spent so much time together on the phone. I figured that at the end of the 70 pages I’d either mail it to him, burn it, or keep it until it was time. I know that when I do give it to him-should I decide to, depending on where our relationship is, it could make or break it…but my gut feeling told me that that is what I need to do. It came to me one night while I was sleeping, and damn if I’m wrong-I’ve followed every gut feeling I’ve had.

That being said, my gut is telling me it’s time for me to try to sleep. My heart is tired.


“This emotion frustrated confusion is it all an illusion…Will I wake up to a harsh and empty space? His devotion lies in someone else’s arms, and I am just an outsider trying to save face. And it’s hard, and it’s slow…Wanting to be all he wants, knowing that’s not how this goes. And it’s false, and it’s weak…There’s nothing to be said now, but in our silence, we’re both aching to speak… And I’m stronger than this I’ve been through this before, but what’s one more lesson when the stolen moments are worth living for?”

Oh man… I don’t even know where to start now. As I’ve said in the past, when I’m not here for a long amount of time, I’m usually off making bad choices.

This time, however; I thought I was making a good choice. I met a boy. And I went ALL in. No researching, no doubting, just 100% all in.

And man….Did I fall hard.

20 days, 1,000’s of text messages, 4 full days, and almost 48 hours of phone time together. And here I sit. Alone.

I know that you are probably thinking, it was only 20 days…But have you ever had that moment? That holy shit, this is really happening moment? Because, I did. I found the my soul has found a match, you feel like home connection. That’s what I felt, the moment I got out of the car for the first time. He was just standing there, staring at me with the impossible grin on his face…and my breathing just-stopped.

A week ago all of those things came crashing down when he told me he was in love with his best friend, and that he had been waiting for her for two years. He said that he would always wait for her. He said that she didn’t want to be with him…but in that very moment I knew, because I had been in her place-she would fight for him. When you keep someone on the line for so long, losing them seems almost as impossible as loving them wholeheartedly does. When you keep someone on the line, they are your comfy beanbag chair-and you don’t ever want to lose it.

And I was right, she did. Fight for him.

Hence, my opening quote. I am just an outsider, trying to save face.

We spent the weekend together, because he wanted to give me a shot and it was amazing. No, scratch that-what is the word for greater than amazing? Because that is it. Fast forward to Monday morning at 1:30, he calls and tells me he’s made his decision. And he was picking her.

My heart shattered on the ground and I felt a pain that I hadn’t felt in a long time, maybe ever. I guess you could say though, that each time your heart breaks it breaks in a different way. I can’t describe how it felt, all I can say is that I can’t stop crying, I can’t eat, I can’t sleep.

In my full on masochism, I decided to stay friends with him. Rather, I convinced him to stay friends with me. He wanted to delete my number. And in some ways, that hurt almost worse than him saying that I wasn’t worth enough for him to jump ship and be happy.

How do you get to the place where you genuinely want someone to be happy, and know that in order for that to happen, they have to do it without you?

I know in my heart of hearts that it’s best to let him go, and if I do it now, I can save face and won’t have to worry about the fallout when he decides to stop talking to me down the line. Part of me wishes that she’d show him that she really doesn’t want him, she just didn’t want to lose the bean bag…but that, would be wishing bad things on him-when all I want is for him to live a happy life, whether that means me being in it or not.

I think, I really did love him. And when I think about that, it seems almost impossible because it was such a short amount of time-but a soul mate comes into your life when you least expect it and makes a huge impact-no matter how long they stay.

I’m going to see him tonight. My hands are ice cold and can’t stop shaking. I know this is the last time I’m going to see him and I don’t know if I can do this. But, I’m an emotional cutter, and feeling that pain would be better than feeling this pain-at least I think so. Like the scales of justice, each pain keeps teeter tottering back and forth, one trying to trump the other. I don’t think it’s possible. I think somehow they’ll both come out in the wash and eventually there won’t be a scale, just a giant pile of pain engrossing my heart, every possible emotion and every possible tear I could have left.

I think I’m going to part ways now. I’ll be back. Probably sooner rather than later, I mean, what’s a good blog post without some heartbreak, right?

“It hurts.”

“Of course it does,” you smiled sadly. “The hurt is how we know it was love. The absence we feel is proof that what we had is something that can be lost.”

“…And when does it stop?”

With eyes dark like a cloud before rain, you replied. “If it was love, it won’t.”