Posted by Susan47 on March 21, 2006, at 15:42:11
In reply to A Day Without You, posted by Susan47 on March 19, 2006, at 14:54:43
I see your face in my head, I see your eyes watching me. I am connected to you in ways you know nothing about .. unless you were an angel, you would not know. You could not. Because a love like this is more real than life itself. More real than the memory of your voice, more real than you talking to me in that room, in that place ... I have you here, in my own way, and it's so unbelievably lonely and comforting at the same time, those two things, those two emotions ... they mate with each other, and become one melancholy. Sweet, though .. sweet melancholy. That is what you are, now. I wish you were more, I wish you could be .. hell, I wish you wanted to be, even, even that would have been better than nothing .. or would it? Why buy the cow when you can have the milk for free, free, Free, my dear, yes, this is free .. it only costs me my own time and money and you owe me nothing, nothing, Nothing ... who is there? A whole world if I want it to be.
In my mind.
A beautiful, dreadful place to be.
I love you.
No, not you .. You.
And the truth is that you're always beautiful to me, always .. even when you were being an unmentionable something. Something that I can be too. Something .. our power is unbelievable, when we believe in it. Why can't I believe in mine? Why do others, abuse theirs? What is abuse, really? What is it?
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