Live Moment: Deep Loneliness

Maddie and I have continued talking quite a lot recently. It seems to me that our drive home together some weeks ago had a similar emotional effect on her as it had on myself.

On that drive home, I think that we both faced up to the fact that although we’ve never been “together” after all this time, that her upcoming secondment to London means that we will be further “apart” once again.

I’ve come to believe that she and I really are soulmates, at least on some level. We always have a need for each other in our lives, but something always gets in the way of there ever being anything more. If you’ve read this entire site, you’ll know that on plenty of ocassions we have been “close” to being together.

Tonight I am away interstate in Melbourne for work, and I’m sitting here in my quiet hotel room, craving company. I feel so lonely tonight.

I’m craving Maddie.

I have always worried that if ever the day came that we did find ourselves “together” that we suddenly discovered that we just weren’t right for each other once the relationship took that kind of step.

Currently I’m in one of those phases where all I want to do is tell Maddie that I love her. It’s fair to say that I often feel that way, that much is certainly true – but phases of my mind like this are when it becomes far more intense.

Almost pathological – like, it’s so embedded in my mind that it is almost a disease that infects my mind and takes over. Perhaps “Maddie Syndrome”?

Ha, I laughed as I typed that.

I think something that always holds me back is what might happen if I tried to tell her? What might happen if she says no? Would our friendship fade?

What if she says yes, and as I talked about above, we figure out that it’s not right for us? Does our friendship fade after something like that too?

What if her relationship with her new man goes so well that they get married? I would be insanely happy for both of them, but where does that leave me?

Am I destined to be single for the rest of my life?

As I have discussed before, I’ve never been against following romantic leads with other women – and obviously from this blog I have absolutely tried to – but Maddie still lingers.

She’s still that unanswered question in my life. That perennial “what if” in my heart.

I can’t do it now – I just can’t. With her going to London for two years – (at least) – I can’t see how starting something now – (yes, dreaming a bit) – could last her going to London for two years.

And that’s not far away from starting.

Yes, I’ve loved her from a distance for more than 40 years – and this again would be another distance for us, but the intimacy of our friendship has changed so much in the last few years, when we have spent more time together, and interacted more regularly than we’ve ever done before.

It’s different now, so different.

Five years ago, if you suggested that Maddie and I would be sending each other messages to each other at all times of the day and night, I would have laughed at you so hard. Yet, there was one about 2 hours ago from her.

Just seeing her name on my phone makes me smile.

I’ve always been a lonely man. I take my feelings of loyalty so seriously, that even when relationships fail, my loyalty to people means I can take months and months, or even years to move on properly.

I can’t process emotions quickly.

Maddie however, is still a constant. We’ve been on the brink of being together, probably four times over the years, but never managed to get there – but neither of us get the other out of our systems.

It would be so so easy to say that that means something. That her loyalty to me matches mine for her, and that if one of us ever just “got the fuck over the fear” and took the plunge, that we could finally start living happily ever after.

But my personal values get in the way – “never mow another man’s lawn” a friend once told me, and I’ve always believed in that. I would never for a moment consider doing a single thing to break Maddie and her man up, just so I could slide in and take his place.

I will never cause her any pain, even if it were for my own benefit.

I see myself “below” Maddie in this aspect. By “below” I’m not saying I automatically put her up on a pedestal with myself looking up. That wouldn’t be an unfair view of the situation, but that’s not how I view it on an emotional level.

I just mean that I have always put her needs first. I would always put her needs first if we ever do manage to get together. I could never be any different than that with her.

Causing her pain, just for my benefit, would be abhorrent to me.

I also see her above me in that I am somewhat sexually submissive. I’ve always been attracted to women who like to be bold in a relationship. Not just take the man’s lead all the time.

Not dominant, just confident enough to take charge of a situation when she wants or needs to. I never got that vibe from Maddie in the early years, but her career and training for that career requires her to be confident and assertive in her daily work.

I’ve seen that change in her – (remember, she started her current career a bit later in life) – since her current job started. It suits her, and that’s attractive too.

I think she’s still just as non-confident and shy in her personal life though – just like me – but I do get the feeling that if one of us or both of us get past that, that would show through. It’s actually pretty sexy to think about.

If she were single right now, I might even consider saying something – but with her leaving for London in a few weeks, it wouldn’t be the time.

Yes, I’ve always been a lonely man – I’ve always either been craving Maddie, struggling with disfuynctional relationships that I have been in, or just struggling with loneliness.

I am so lonely tonight.

If she were to knock on this hotel room door, I would hold her in my arms the doorway until the moment letting go seemed to arrive.

We would sit, and talk…and drink wine. I’m sure room service would assist us there.

I just need her here.

Honestly, I just need someone here – even if it weren’t Maddie.

I don’t want to be here alone tonight.

Live Moment: Calm Confusion

I’ve been trying to write again for some time, but it has been difficult. I have a couple of trains of thought that I am putting into words, but are not ready to publish.

The car ride home with Maddie last time around has affected me a lot of late. The emotion of our embrace at the end of that meeting has driven my mind into places that I have never felt before, not even with Maddie.

It has made me happy, and it has made me sad. To soon be losing her for a couple of years still causes me great anguish, yet I am still so happy for the opportunity that has befallen her. I honestly could not be happier for her.

I’m still terrified that she might not come home.

I still don’t know how her adventure affects her relationship with her man – I’ve been too scared to ask. I don’t want to create a pattern of thought in her that makes her think of me as an option again.

Given how much that I love Maddie, I know that sounds strange – but I will never cause her any pain, I will not be the catalyst of her relationship with him breaking down.

If she and I will ever be, it will start from level ground. Two souls, grounded and alone who find each other again, and build something unencumbered by the past.

I will not hurt her.

Yet, I have sensed a change in her in recent weeks.

Before her new man appeared, we would be constantly messaging each other, sharing memes and Instagram reels, at all hours of the day and night.

When he did appear, that dropped to almost nothing – and I understood that. Once again, I was not going to be a factor in the course her relationship takes.

I didn’t want him to ask her, “why do you need Andrew?”

I guess it is a flaw in me, that I hold my integrity so steadfastly. That might again sound strange – why wouldn’t I chase the woman I want so much? It could easily be that if I chased hard right now, I would get somewhere spectacular after so many years.

But I respect Maddie, and I respect him. My personal value of integrity quite possibly holds me back from that one place I want to be.

In Maddie’s arms, always.

It’s funny though – she has started messaging me more regularly again. Not as much as before, but the times of day and night are curious. It’s like she is laying awake in bed, watching reels, and thinks of me and sends them to me.

Just last night, there was one at 3am.

Just a little bit brighter of a light from Maddie.

Naturally, I’m wondering what this means.

Probably nothing, but I know I will overthink it, and the roller-coaster will start again.

Maybe our story never will end?

Live Moment: Trauma Response

I have been struck by a lightning bolt of trauma today. As I mentioned last time, Maddie has been out of town for a couple of weeks for work – which happens from time to time, and as such I have been missing her very much.

She called me on my way to work this morning, and to see her name and face on my phone made me smile so hard. Due to the nature of her work, we can’t talk when that work takes her away.

So to see her call told me she was back – and I was overjoyed.

As per usual, we caught up for our usual lunch when she is back in town, at our normal haunt just near her office. It was so good to see her today.

Then came a bombshell that almost blew me backwards off my seat – she has accepted a secondment to her company’s London office.

For two years.

I am over the moon for her – her career is massively important to her. It took her until her late 30’s to get into the field she had wanted to right from when I first knew her, so every opportunity for her to excel in that career is essential for her to take.

Completely rapt for her.

Two years though?

I won’t see her for two years?

I’ve been apart from her for longer than that before, but it’s really the last 20 years or so when we have been closest, and usually not too far from each other.

Being able to see her, and spend time with her has been the foundation of my life.

I also don’t know what this means for her relationship – is he going too? I don’t know, and I wouldn’t be so brutal as to ask. It’s not about me, and asking that would feel like cheap opportunism.

So, I have to go back to where I’ve been before. Oceans apart.

I will be the very best friend I can be – (which isn’t difficult, to be fair) – and look forward to her coming back.

She doesn’t leave for a few months, so I’m going to make the most of it.

I know what I will do, I know how I will continue to be in her life, and keep her in mine.

My brain is racing, and I’m confused. My heart is breaking tonight, and frankly I’m devastated.

Live Moment: Why Should I Try?

I have been really struggling this last couple of weeks, and as I write this Live Moment post tonight, I’m in a bit of emotional turmoil.

There’s quite a bit of family drama going on at the moment. My mother is in failing health, and we really don’t know what’s going to happen. I don’t think she is close to death, but a lot of things are catching up with her at the moment and it is frustrating her – and as such, she is lashing out in many directions.

She has the same form of dementia that Bruce Willis is currently suffering from.

What I am missing, is my rock. My Maddie.

Ordinarily I will call her and talk to her when I am feeling all messed up like this but I can’t at the moment, and I am missing her dreadfully.

Why can’t I reach out?

As is sometimes the case, Maddie is out of town for a few weeks on work business. Her job can take her away from town for weeks at a time sometimes, and the nature of her work doesn’t leave a lot of room for personal communication. She works in a sensitive space.

It’s not new to lose touch with her like this, but it really does suck when I’m feeling like shit and need her counsel. It is actually painful to not be able to reach out to her at the moment.

I’m sure we’ll have a catch-up lunch when she’s back in town – (like we always do after she’s been out of touch for work) – but tonight I’m really hurting.

So, as per usual – I am overthinking and colouring in stories in my head to just function like something resembling a human being.

I’m in the “why do I love Maddie so much, and why can’t I let her go?” space.

Why?

Why should I try?

I know a lot of reasons why I should, and a lot of reasons why I should not.

I should try, but I don’t want to.

Live Moment: Anything And Everything

Tonight I’m back writing again after a little time off from this journey. Maddie can be such a complicated subject in my life, that it is quite easy to get myself in quite a quandary, and need some time to sit back and untangle my brain.

These words that I have been writing here in recent months have in many ways been both therapeutic and in some ways traumatic.

I have deliberately placed my mind back in times and situations that were good and bad in my life – like talking about the mental troubles I have caused myself over the years in processing how I feel – not just about Maddie, but about life in general.

What this little break has given me is some time to reflect on what I have written. Within my last story post, I find myself in the mid-2010’s. That seems so long ago, but when I view that particularly post from the perspective of today – (January 28th, 2025) – it doesn’t seem like a decade ago at all.

It also seems that I shouldn’t have too much of the story to go – but that’s not true either. Oddly, it might not take too many more posts to reach current day, but the colour of the relationship Maddie and I have shared in the last 10 years is vibrant and full of detail.

So those are the times I have been reflecting on since I last wrote.

I’ve tried to really look into myself, and really try and understand how I feel about her.

It would be too easy to say that I love her, because of course I absolutely do – but what does that mean?

I actually begin this thought at the time of our café meeting over thirty years ago, a moment that could have been a moment of finality in my love for her. They day she slipped away forever.

If she did get married at that time, I would not have felt a sense of loss beyond how I felt in that moment. Yes, I was stung very hard that day, and initially didn’t deal with the emotion very well.

But I was happy for her. Once I gathered myself together, I knew that I was happy for her and that if I could not be with her, I wanted her to be happy. I would rather she be happy and myself be sad, than the other way around.

If her happiness didn’t contain my presence – brilliant! My first and only feeling as I look back at the immediate few days after that meeting, that’s what it was. Immense happiness for her, and whatever I felt didn’t matter.

It didn’t. Maddie was happy – she deserved it, she had found it, and I couldn’t want anything more for her.

Now, with that memory echoing in my mind, I look at her today. She is in a happy relationship once again. In the last 10 years I have ridden yet another emotional roller-coaster over her – but once again I am happy for her. As I’ve mentioned before, I’ve met her man and even had dinner with them – and he’s great for her.

How do I feel about that?

Once again, immensely happy for her.

Where does that leave me?

I’m quite happy being single at the moment – as much as having someone to curl into at night and feel safe with is appealing, I don’t want to be with someone just for the sake of being with someone.

I will be her friend, like we have always been. The love we do have for each other won’t ever disappear.

And whatever she needs, if I can give it to her – I will do my very best to provide her with it. She more than deserves that love and support.

I’ve always given her that, but even as I need to sit at a distance again now – I know what I would always do anything for her.

Anything – and everything.

Live Moment: Staying Positive

It would be pretty easy to be pretty negative and down on the world at this stage in my story.

I’ve been reading back over the last couple of weeks of posts, and in reminding myself of what I went through during those years, I remember some of the very dark places I existed in at those times.

There have been women in my life that have hurt me badly and many men would I suspect be bitter and angry towards women who have put them through things like that.

Not me.

With the exception of the “no-named psychopath” from my last post, I hold no malice toward any of them. Some are still in my circle of friends. April and Amber are there. Even Shannon is a “from time-to-time” acquaintance.

Others – like Jennifer and Sarah – I’m long past any anger that I felt for them, though there was a lot at the time. Despite that I have no desire to interact with them now.

I’ve seen Sarah a few times in public over the years, but we’ve never made anything but brief eye contact and continued on our way.

Why am I not angry though?

Well, really, where does anger get you?

Each of my bad romances ended, and ended for a reason.

Did I do something I shouldn’t have done? Did I not do something that I should have done?

I don’t know, and I don’t believe in regrets. Are there things in my life I would do differently the second time around?

Absolutely – but that’s not regret, that’s accepting and learning the lessons that life has tossed my way. I am proud of who I am as a person, and despite a life time of struggling with depression, depression in many cases ignited by some of these personal situations – I have accepted the lessons.

Things didn’t just end for me in those relationships. Things ended for them too.

Certainly I might have taken them harder at the time, but things just have a habit of working out the way that they are meant to.

Those relationships all ended so that I could grow through the experience and be a better person the next time around.

Be ready for the right person when she appears, and make sure that I am available to her when she does. I would never want to stay in a relationship with anyone who was past wanting to be in a relationship with me.

I would want it to end.

It would be so easy to be angry with all of those who have hurt me, but I am who I am today through learning what they had to teach me, so I thank them for those lessons.

I still struggle with loneliness – but not through the pain of losing them – but through the yearning to find that person I am meant to be with.

I am still on that journey – and that time will come.

Live Moment: Clear Thoughts

It has been an fairly obvious theme thus far in this blog, the matter of my mental health.

There have been times in my life that have been smooth sailing, and times in my life where the complete opposite has been true. Most of the time, I am somewhere in between.

In this latest “Live Moment” – as I write on the evening of November 29th, 2024 – I have noted myself being particularly aware of my mental state since I have been writing this blog. It has been the clearest it has been in a long time.

Writing about how I feel about Maddie has helped me enormously – far more than I ever expected when I decided to start this writing. There have been some tough moments delving back into my head and writing about some difficult and emotional times in my life.

Ups and downs. Crisis and calm.

I have twisted myself into and out of so many different tangles over all of the of time I have cared for and loved Maddie.

Some of it has nearly broken me, plenty of times.

I’ve been hard on myself, and blamed myself for stupid things that probably don’t matter in the slightest in the overall scheme of things.

However, writing about all of it – good and bad – has been so cathartic, reliving the memories has forced me to confront a lot of previously-held understanding and beliefs about some of the things that have happened.

So many of them I am looking at in a completely different light. I see some of them so differently after writing about them that I feel weights lifted off me. Some things still feel the same.

Overall though, I can only say I wish I had done this sooner. So many things have changed in my life, in my soul, and in my mind.

Understandings have just changed in so many ways.

But in taking a breath tonight and seeing where I stand, what I have noticed is the one constant in my life, the one thing that hasn’t changed.

Maddie.

I last spoke to her yesterday – only by text in this instance, but I hear her voice when she texts me. After all of these years she is still never far away.

I can’t help but wonder what that means. I’ve hurt her enough over the years, but she still lets me into her life.

How good that does feel.

Live Moment: What 40 Years Does

Another different kind of post tonight – something going to call a “live moment”. Instead of telling my story, my story of love for Maddie, I’m going to talk about how I feel right at this moment.

As I write.

I will probably do more of these over time – what I have found so far is that writing my story out has been extremely cathartic. I’ve always been such a shy and insular person, that very few people know this entire story. Some people know pieces of it.

Frankly, Maddie doesn’t really know how deeply it affects me – we’ve never really had a complete conversation about the whole timeline of the pieces of our lives that relate to each other.

I think it could even be dangerous for each of us to really understand – it would answers a lot of questions both of us have, and bring up others. I’m not sure how she would react to fully understanding my love for her.

Writing out this story has brought a clarity and calmness to my mind that I’ve not known for pretty much my entire adult life. I’ve been sitting here on the couch tonight – (Saturday, November 9th, 2024) – with my cat snuggled beside me, and just thinking about Maddie.

Is that unusual?

No, god no – totally normal.

Every once in a while though, I have these nights where my thoughts lead me to moments of understanding, when I hear myself talking to Maddie in my head.

It’s almost midnight.

There is nobody here of course – (my son is in his bedroom about 10 metres away, sound asleep) – but I feel that someone is here with me. I am talking to them about Maddie.

I don’t know who it is – maybe my father who died nearly five years ago, and wish so much he could have known Maddie. I think he would really have liked her – yet I never talked much about Maddie to anyone in my family.

Everyone knew bits and pieces, but the 1980’s was a long time ago, and they’ve probably long forgotten those stories.

I’ve been watching a documentary on the murder of Anita Cobby – (a Sydney nurse who was brutally murdered only a few days before I met Maddie) – but rather than being your typical true-crime documentary, it was more about the effect on the lives of the people around her – her family, her husband.

That this was happening at the time I met Maddie really linked my head back to that day I met her, and I began placing myself in their heads, to try and understand how they must have felt.

I’m quite sure that I could never understand how they truly felt.

I am so lucky that even after all this time that Maddie and I still great friends. I could pick up my phone right now and call her and talk to her. I wouldn’t because she is currently in a relationship, and wouldn’t want to insert myself into their lives at midnight on a Saturday night.

I’ve met him and he’s a great guy. Maddie hasn’t had a lot of luck in love over the years, and I’m really happy for her that she’s found someone decent.

Watching this documentary, I’ve tried to imagine what it would be like to still love her, but without any possible way to communicate with her. If she were gone.

I’m explaining to whoever it is in the room with me tonight how beautiful I have always found Maddie.

How her friendship – (despite the times it has been strained) – has sustained and inspired me to be the best person I can be. To be the best version of Andrew I can possibly be, so that when we are near each other, I can be a valuable part of her life.

Maddie and I work quite nearby to each other in the city, and a few times a year catch up and have lunch together. We often send each other silly jokes and memes.

Despite it being the middle of COVID, she came with me to my father’s funeral to support me, because she knew that I was not handling it well.

Even though that was a sombre occasion, it was kind of fun to let people think this beautiful woman on my arm might have been my partner. To pretend just a little bit for a few hours.

That’s just who Maddie has always been – despite us never being together, she’s never been too far away to stop her from being there when I need her.

I would always do the same for her.

The family of Anita Cobby don’t have that chance any longer – and I genuinely cried for them watching the documentary.

I know how hard it would be to live without being able to pick up phone and call Maddie. How empty I would feel inside.

How heartbreaking that would be.

I know it would be hard – there have been times Maddie and I have been out of touch, literally for years at a time, which I will get to in the story – so I know at least part of the emptiness.

I would never claim to know the pain of Cobby’s family – that would seemingly be indescribable.

But that I could relate to their love?

It tells me that after all of this time, just how much I love Maddie.

It’s “inbuilt” into who I am – I can’t not love her.

She is the part of me that is always here. Even when she’s not, and she’s far far away. Maddie and I have “standing orders” with each other to call each other if we need each other.

It is times like these you understand yourself.