Re: That Tear

Regarding that singular tear that manifested on at around 19:20, Monday night:

I had not hidden the fact that I had noticed it. I did not mean to embarrass you by calling your attention it as we parted ways that evening, nor is it my goal by committing this to writing right now.

However, I have been dwelling on it, so I hope you forgive me for spending some time on this. I know you said you apologized profusely to prevent me from being overwhelmed, and to an extent - it worked. 

I waved it off. Laughed it off. But I feel that by reacting that way I diminished the significance of what happened for you. 

I’m still trying to wrap my head about why it happened. That singular physical manifestation of distilled emotion, I mean. 

I wondered if it was out of shame? That you felt bad for being, well for the lack of a better term “a baby”? It felt like you prefaced it with so much - hedging…tried to downplay its significance to you. Some welled-up emotion from your emotional self-denial?

I’m here to say, it’s okay. You do not have to feel ashamed, if that’s what it was.

Yeah, I admit it. Sometimes, I do think you’re a kid. You make choices or have reactions that I would not make right now, given where I am in my life, but would probably have had I been 12 years or so younger.  That much cannot be helped. It is one tiny blemish, from my perspective. As you know, I do not treat you like a kid, privately. And this is not an active, conscious, pedantic choice either. It springs naturally from how I feel - that you are someone I trust wholly with myself. I would not do that with someone that by default I think is a kid. Seriously, you have to get over that. The fact you’re aware that you’re young is in itself an indicator of maturity and humility - something I don’t see from others, who are sorely lacking in self-awareness. You, my friend, have a surplus of that. 

However, you being hurt by my cruel words has nothing to do with age or maturity. I was harsh and thoughtless. And you’re not wrong, they were cutting words, cold and choice. I am struggling right now to explain it away right now. I can’t say if it was calculated, and while I didn’t realize it at the time, the fact that it took advantage of one of your deepest emotions is unequivocally wrong.  

Friends should not do that. Dear friends should not even consider doing it at all. 

I can somewhat grasp now why it had wounded you so. If that tear was for that betrayal of trust, I am truly sorry.

Finally, if I entertained the thought, and forgive me if I flatter myself, was that you really do care what I think, and perhaps a despondence over a relationship broken - soured either by my thoughtlessness or your perceived foolishness (again, not foolish at all). 

I was a little hurt by the idea that you didn’t trust me enough that I’d be willing to hear you out or to think that I would think less of you, the effect is in fact the opposite - I think more of you. And that perhaps you are worth being a friend, across temporal and physical distance. 

I’d like to think I’m generous with myself. Whatever I offer people, I give freely - not really expecting anything in return. One can try to reach out, but if others only take, it does get tiring. 

Yeah, well, as you said, we have so much in common. I guess that’s true. I’ve never met anyone here who is as generous with himself as you are. In life, actually. I may have joked that you’re polite to a fault. I wasn’t complaining; it was more of disbelief. Is this guy for real? 

For me, that tear was an answer to that question. In the affirmative.

So if you felt that perhaps we weren’t as close as you thought.

You’re right. 

And maybe you wished it never happened.

Well, we can’t.

Friendships aren’t forged in the lukewarm tepidness of complacency and safety. The punchline is supposed to be something along the lines of, we’re not as close as you thought you were because perhaps we’re even closer than that.

But that sounds so…gay. 

Good thing, I can say that. 

Again, going back…not forged in the lukewarm tepidness…ah yes, but rather forged in the dangerous dance of fiery death between trust and vulnerability. 

What I had thought this whole things was about was how much I annoyed you with my problems. That’s what I really thought. That perhaps I had abused your friendship with my incessant, and pointless, pining and whining over someone who clearly doesn’t respect my feelings enough. 

Yep. That’s what I really thought. And yeah, I felt bad about it too. Not because you shut me out, but because I felt that I deserved it. And that’s why I was surprised that you kept apologizing, and I wanted to give you a hug, but wasn’t sure if that was appropriate or if you actually still mad at me. 

Thank you for trusting me again. I am really ridiculously happy you’re talking to me again as well. Sorry, if this letter became sappy. But then again, maybe I’m just saying that. The sorry bit.