Goldfinch and I met last October.
Two complete strangers. He said hello to me. We chatted. There were things we had in common. It was easy to talk with him. I felt instantly comfortable with him, yet aggravated inside because I knew very quickly something was going to happen between us and at the time, I didn’t think I was ready for that.
After all, lingering pain over Jack had already caused me to sabotage my friendship with Stuart who after a year was fed up of me still being troubled by my ex-flatmate. Then there was Jonathan…whatever initial attraction Jonathan felt, it wore off as soon as I started talking about Jack. And there was Paul, he decided after six months I was never going to get over Jack, so what was the point?
Goldfinch has been rather wonderful as you know. He has been very kind and gentle and empathetic. Yet, I think he too has realized this sadness over Jack is not diminishing.
What a tempestuous life I seem to lead!
I love Goldfinch.
I was standing.
He was there.
Two worlds collided.
I allowed my feelings for Jack to tear us apart.
…I am writing my own words, my own song and not making a very good job out of it. All my fault. But at least Goldfinch can fly away.
We could live
For a thousand years
But if I hurt you
I’d make wine from your tears
I told you
That we could fly
‘Cause we all have wings
But some of us don’t know why
I was standing
You were there
Two worlds collided
And they could never ever tear us apart