When I flip through the recesses of my mind to find snippets of you, I see beyond your bedroom, beyond your physical person. I wonder if you saw beyond me too. Maybe I didn't let you.
When she was in my life, it was as if the world just stopped revolving. I had done everything my strength allowed me to do for her. But her presence was like a misplayed note of an unskilled pianist playing a classical masterpiece.
Before I met you, I never believed that anyone understood me better than myself. You were like the perfect stabilizer for my unsettled soul. But your presence was like a mistimed beat of a skilled percussionist.
She continues to occupy an important place in my heart. Someone I loved with my head in the clouds and eventually, hated. I'd be in the gutter if not for her absence but I can't help but wonder where I'd be if she never showed up in the first place.
You continue to be that person who knows me best; even when I didn't have my head in the clouds, you were a person I loved. Perhaps you'd never hear of it but I've always known that you would play a more important part in my life than anyone else. I am who I am today because you made me believe in what I am, not to resist it. No matter where you are, what you do or who you become, I wish I could be around to see you achieve great things.
A mis-played note; a mis-timed beat. Even the most experienced musician fears these two 'misses'. It would be stupid to argue which is a better mistake to make. Playing the right note a split second after the 'miss' is not an option. Neither is replaying a beat. But what he does when he makes them is to take the misses he has made, recognize where he is in the score, and then weave out the remainder of the piece beautifully. Only then can he be called a great musician.
*This post is dedicated to two important people in my life now who have made me understand, or at least think I understand, what I thought I never would. I have to thank one for her stupidity and the other for questioning the inherent stupidity of human beings.*
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4 comments:
dommmmm looovvveeeesss meeeeeee... =P
Such an adorable post, Dom.
Oh, it's Juls the Asian Boy by the way.
When are we meeting up huh Asian Boy?
None of us can believe Jay actually had the heart to ditch us for the President. =P
Dom
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