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The last entry was written sometime last week, and he still invades my thoughts.
I sometimes have the idea that maybe, perhaps, he will find me. Or find that I was never gone.
Submit to love. That's a deep lesson, and one that some of us have to learn, over and over again. To come back with a full heart, and put it out there, only to have it rejected, distorted, torn, used, can oh, so very easily make one wear the treacherous thing sealed very deeply within the armor...under lock and key.
But, it is the coward's way. There's a Truth. And it's not a path upon which I choose to find myself. And so, I will love again, fully and deeply.
He can't have been the one I'm seeking.
For first and foremost, MY man will never be able to turn away from me without knowing exactly what part of the puzzle was completed within him by the crackle of recognition.
He will know me as I know him, and while that may frighten him, the more primitive emotion will be fascination. There's to be something divine there.
Ah, and divinity has many different forms doesn't it?
A smoldering dark humor as indication of cutting intelligence...a wide chest upon which my head perfectly rests... a toleration and even a requirement of solitude. There's a spice to him.
And so many other things that can maybe never be expressed exactly, but can only be found and then delighted in.
And while I write this, one of the most True Universal Truths comes flooding to me once again, requiring full expression...
I am complete onto myself.
12/26/2005 6:44 pm
You are an excellent writer and those are my thoughts exactly, yet I could not put them out there so elegantly.|
12/26/2005 7:01 pm
The delightful fascination of discoveries and mysteries.|
Rocks my world.
Very well said.
Most people are other people... FUCKING CHARACTER LIMIT!!! ~Oscar Wilde