Friday, May 26, 2006

Sunday Scribblings--First Love

First love.

Why does something inside of me want to play it safe, deny it all? To rhapsodize about how it felt walking down Bergenline Avenue, dizzy with my own power, staring into faces as they hurried by and smiling, wondering if they felt it too. That sense of the universe barely contained beneath the smooth mask of the face. That sense of possibility, sneaking in my brain like a secret, that made me want to giggle behind my hands. That was a first love. Yes.

Or the way I stroked the books I loved, made myself a part of them by creating rough versions of whatever objects captured my imagination in the pages—a ballgown made from a tattered satin bedspread from Colombia, heavy with fringe; wands made from the stick on the featherduster; business cards that proclaimed me a spy, or a CEO; dolls and pets and rough scratched drawings that dragged the magic of the book into my world. I had to be prepared to understudy the characters I loved, if needed. That was a first romance that still slow dances with me, takes me out for red wine.

But I have to be honest. I saw a face when I read the prompt.

It’s strange how different people appear without the red haze of emotion attached to their images. Occasionally, I glance through old photo albums, marking the change in time, look, clothes. Acknowledging the different direction my life has taken, carrying me so far from home. I see him there, in my albums...and I always have to look again, because he looks so ordinary. Not at all like the person who haunted my dreams for so long. Not at all like the person who taught me how to love.

"Taught me how to love"...what a trite phrase! And not at all accurate in this case—I drenched myself in emotions back then, but quietly. I knew that they were somehow outsized, inappropriate. I knew that as a 15, 16, 17 year old girl, I was expected to use dramatic words to try them on for size, not quite understanding what they meant.

But I always knew what they meant. I just didn’t want to get into it.

I was used to presenting two faces (Gemini, after all). There was my mundane face, the extroverted, opinionated student who was fond of making bold pronouncements, who liked to drag everything into everything. I loved to bring seemingly irrelevant facts into a discussion and then find a way to tie them together. I was insufferable as only a precocious teenager can be.

But then there was the secret me, inner, insecure, who loved inchoately and struggled to give birth to something that would feel big enough, real enough, to encompass the almost religious ecstasy I felt when I was alone with my frenzied thinking.

I was pretty good at keeping them apart—knowing without knowing that I needed to play the part of the good teenager, without allowing it to touch that vast reservoir of feeling—my oversoul. So I dated, got involved in many romantic entanglements and loved the drama they brought me. I cried and laughed and thought that I was being honest and that I really knew love.

I wish I could say the object of my first true love was worthy; no, that’s not entirely fair. He was a person, ergo, worthy. But he was young, looking to play and be casual. He wanted to have a pretty girlfriend, hold hands with her in the hallway, kiss her before class. He thought I was odd, but interesting for all that. And to make me more alluring...I was also older.

All of that devotion, that longing, that intense palpating feeling that I’d kept a secret—it overflowed out of me and nearly crushed him. He tried to struggle against me, said it felt as though I was drowning him, eating him. But I couldn’t seem to help myself. The sane part of me was trying to shout, but was muffled through the glass of obsession.

Are the details about him necessary? He was an ordinary boy, cute but not overly so. Sensitive. During our time together, he discovered he had talents, discovered he didn’t need me quite so much anymore. You probably wouldn’t have looked twice. First love? He learned to love himself while seeing himself through my eyes.

We continued our dance for years...drawn to each other even as he was repelled by my relentless gnawing need for him. I wish I were kidding, dramatizing for effect. It would do wonders for my opinion of myself. But I spent those years writhing and raw with longing. He didn’t teach me to love, far from it. In fact, most of the time I hated how I felt, powerless, wrecked.

But some good came from that time—my misery freed me to integrate those two sides of myself. I faced up to my messy, too-intense, dramatic, passionate self. Stopped abusing myself for falling for the wrong guy, for being honestly in love even if it was illogical, or inconvenient, or embarassing. I learned to recognize that my outsized self was a gift; that someday I’d find someone who could swim in me and not drown.

And then I met TEG.

(I think I just broke the #1 rule of writing, what with all of this telling and no showing. This kind of went all over the place. And I loved the prompt so! Oh, well...)

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16 Comments:

Blogger gkgirl said...

ahhhh...
you had my attention from the
very first
and i did not find it to be
wandering or all over the place...
it flowed
and it carried me along with it.
:)

6:42 PM, May 26, 2006  
Blogger fern_leaf said...

That was so potent! It was not all over the place, it was deep and passionate and wonderful, and Im so happy I got a chance to experience reading it.
I envy your recognition of yourself as a passionate person early on. With that awareness comes the ability to find and create love all around you.

6:45 PM, May 26, 2006  
Blogger Jessie said...

I don't think you broke any rules...not that couldn't stand to be broken anyway!

Your writing blows me away every time. The "oversoul," the "outsized self"...oh, those are things I can relate to all too well.

The part:
"I learned to recognize that my outsized self was a gift; that someday I’d find someone who could swim in me and not drown."

Such powerful words!! I could sit with this thought quite contently for some time. You really captured something here.

*speechless*

10:01 PM, May 26, 2006  
Blogger Laini said...

Love it all -- you have such an incredible gift with words, your memories are always so passionate and palpable; I imagine I can really FEEL that hunger and longing -- but maybe you've just made me remember my own, from my own old relationship in which I never got enough and felt that I turned into a monster of need and I hated it, knew it wasn't me. Ugh. SO glad that's in the past! I chickened out, as usual, and didn't write anything personal for this prompt. But I feel like some of YOUR piece says what I would want to say. Thank you!

1:05 AM, May 27, 2006  
Blogger AnnieElf said...

15, 16, 17 - I was so reminded of myself. I don't think your writing was all over the place at all. In fact, young love IS all over the place. I sure was all over the place. If we learn the right lessons, we get a grip and then love becomes focused and steady. If you can write such a reflection then no doubt about it, you got to focused and steady.

8:40 AM, May 27, 2006  
Blogger paris parfait said...

"A sense of my own power;" "...dizzy with possibility." I recognize these emotions and so many others Beautiful post!

1:45 PM, May 27, 2006  
Blogger Alexandra G said...

Can you imagine if we only fell in love if it was a "logical choice?" eek! We might end up with some very unchallenging partners. Your post reminds me of how much we learn about concealed parts of ourselves when we fall in love with less than optimal partners. Of course we hopefully learn a lot either way, but this post dredges up so much for me. Yes, again, your writing has struck a chord with me!

9:41 PM, May 27, 2006  
Blogger la vie en rose said...

i loved that this was all over the place as you say because that's what first loves are like--all over the place....a roller coaster of experiences and emotions. i recognized myself in your words...ahhh, haven't we all been there...

10:57 PM, May 27, 2006  
Anonymous Marilyn said...

Oh, but it's a wonderful post! There's a lot of honesty here. And I loved the part at the beginning where you talked about falling in love with characters in books, too. :)

12:18 AM, May 28, 2006  
Blogger Left-handed Trees... said...

I also loved this post--just as it was. I re-read the introductory paragraphs several times, so evocative were the sensual details. Just beautiful...

8:45 AM, May 28, 2006  
Blogger GoGo said...

Sometimes to tell a good story, you have to wonder. This was a good story.

11:44 AM, May 28, 2006  
Blogger liz elayne said...

i love how wide and deep this post is. and this last paragraph's idea of integrating yourself...i loved this.
you have a way with words my dear. thank you for sharing all of this...all you have learned and all you know...here today.

11:22 PM, May 28, 2006  
Blogger Bohemian Girl said...

i am grateful that you shared this with us.

i didn't feel you were all over the place. the flow of it felt very natural to me.

i especially loved the bit about how you evolved...and then you met TEG. ;)

messy beautiful lives we all have.

xoxo,
boho

1:25 AM, May 29, 2006  
Blogger boliyou said...

I learned so much about you. Very powerful.

1:18 PM, May 29, 2006  
Blogger andrea said...

Loved this line, "He learned to love himself while seeing himself through my eyes."

Well done, and gosh we have been that teenager one time or another, lol.
Beautiful, captivating writing as usual.
a.

12:29 PM, May 30, 2006  
Blogger Verity said...

Are you kidding? You showed so much, and so well. You write beautifully, with such insight. I loved the line, "He learned to love himself while seeing himself through my eyes." I now wonder whether that is why we fall in love in the first place, or a part of it, a way of discovering new parts of ourselves. Thanks for your honesty.

9:36 AM, June 02, 2006  

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