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“If that happened, I’d call you one last time so we could talk.”
“Right,” I answered, keeping the shakiness out of my voice with some effort. “I’d appreciate that very much.”
“And then I’d hang up. And I’d cry.”
******
We were discussing the eventual end. Our eventual end.
Everything ends. We’ll end too, sooner or later. I’d prefer for our end to happen years from now; unfortunately, there’s one rule of life that I can state with almost 100% conviction: We rarely get to choose when good things come to an end.
I’ve not been explicit about it thus far. Maybe you’ve guessed? Have you surmised that his relationship with me is not the primary relationship in my friend’s life? Ours is a secondary relationship.
This is not quite the same thing as being a second. I sincerely hope that dueling is never required, but if it is, I’ll do my best to be supportive. Let’s pray it doesn’t come to that, shall we?
The relationship between my friend and me could be over at any time. We exist at the pleasure of the person who occupies the primary spot in his life.
I accept this. I most emphatically do not want to harm his primary relationship. Based on the (admittedly incomplete) picture I’ve formed of it thus far, I stand in awe of what they share. Even if I were so inclined, I’d gain nothing by harming them.
Honestly, I’d hesitate at this point to get involved with someone who wanted the standard progression through dating to exclusivity to (possibly) marriage. That would scare the very pants off of me and not in a good way. I’m very happy right now to be in a relationship where there is no possibility of exclusivity.
I don’t want the fairy tale. I’ve had it. It wasn’t so great.
******
Feel free to parse the above pair of paragraphs for pathology. I’ll wait.
******
Are we done now? Can we move on? Alrighty then.
A relationship such as this requires a great deal of learning on my part. And negotiation. And thought. And altered expectations.
And no matter how much I’d like to exert control by absorbing information, the fact remains that this relationship contains more than the usual amount of uncertainty.
Does this kind of uncertainty disturb me, you ask? I’d like to say that it doesn’t at all, but that would be not entirely honest. It bothers me not as much as you might expect. I consider it an amazing blessing any time someone I love comes back to me, whether it’s for another date, or from a trip, or from the store, or from school, or from another room.
Unless I’ve got my eyes on them, I don’t truly know what they are up to, and life to me seems so painfully fragile that even when I’m well-medicated, I picture the approximately 978 things in any situation which could go abysmally wrong and therefore snatch a loved one away from me in an instant.
Suffice it to say that uncertainty and I maintain a cautious detente. I watch uncertainty closely. I know its power. I don’t ever forget its presence or influence in my life.
So I’m prepared as much as I can be, I suppose, for that phone call. Looking forward to it? Fuck no.
However, this gives me hope: He has a remarkable ability to keep going after he comes. Every time, I expect him to stop or at least to pause like most mortal men do. But I see him as a god; he keeps going and going and I keep coming and coming.
When this happens, I gather my wits together enough to ask him loopily, “How can you still be fucking me?”
And he murmurs into my ear, “I will always be fucking you.”
Yes, yes he will be.
Even when he’s no longer in my bed. Even when we haven’t seen each other in years. Even when he’s gone. He’s altered my past and future. He’s moved my very bones. He’ll never really be gone.
And this makes the idea of our eventual end just a little easier to bear.
******
“We must not grieve for those dear to us before their passing.”
“Before their passing…Tell me…what is before?”
F. Herbert, Dune Messiah



