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The Good Part

I don't have enough words. Just thinking about this man brings tears to my eyes. He told me that I'm that blank piece in scrabble, the part that completes all his words. But how do I get him to understand that I know that. And I know that he's that part of me...the good part. I was the one with the fully depreciated heart. I didn't have anything else to give. Because I had given up on giving. But how did he know that I had that store. That part that I always kept back. The part that was always on the outside looking in. I see him looking at me and I know what he's thinking.I see the love in his eyes. He cannot believe it and neither can I. How am I supposed to have the words for that. I can't call it love because I don't know what love is, for I haven't seen it before. For if I have, I may recognise it. So here I am, holding him in my heart, holding tightly lest I wake up and he's gone, as a dream might if one woke up. So I'm telling him that I know what I feel. What I know. He holds me. My essence, my being. If ever such a thing was possible, I have seen it. And I'm not dreaming. He's the good part. And I love the good part.
#nowplaying "so into you" ~ Fabulous ft Ashanti

Comments

Sisem E. Naidem said…
Like I said, I'm so stealing the Scrabble line... It's the sweetest thing I've read in a long while. You seem to have the beginnings of a good thing here. I'd say enjoy it...
September 22, 2009 at 10:34 PM
davecine said…
Hoping that everything works out for you. And that whatever 'piece of the scrabble you are', you know that you are a good and inspiring person.
September 24, 2009 at 1:01 PM
Babs said…
Even if you'll wake up, he'll probably be there seated by you waiting to share rest of the day with ya. lol!
October 23, 2009 at 11:59 PM
Nee Fe Mi said…
too deep for words yo - i go love o
November 16, 2009 at 2:02 AM
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