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The burning image remains with me yet (though it has been full nine months since I stood in that swaying multitude) of the silhouette, the form before me in those glaring overhead lights. You seemed as an angel, incandescent, immutable, the ninth wonder. It seemed so impossible. It seemed absurd. And yet, there it was - a geometric ray whose origin was your iris, whose destination laid my heart to waste. The ensuing heart beats were uneven. They were painful. And at first, I looked away. But it killed me to hear those around me express similar sentiment. Your gaze was not a precision light beam, but a mushroom cloud melting the boys and leaving open sores that felt like love. It was unattainable, of course. They all operated under that premise. But the world is made of dreams. And dreams, that night, were made of the room we all stood in, breathless, waiting. It is hard to explain the feeling of a miracle. But as I stood down the block in relative silence, I held my breath as you stood near a van. I was one of a few who stood speaking in quiet tones about audial disasters and the love of Saved by the Bell. And when you stepped back into the van, your tired eyes reflected everything I knew of the world; its heart, its resignation were shining uninhibited. As you politely gave me dap, the world became as a quiet theater, and a spotlight was on the two of us so strongly that we became the only two people in the world. We stood atop an abondoned bridge and the headlights of the cars passing under us were streaks of light burned in silver with a three second shutter speed. We let go, and it was over. But in that moment, I loved you in the only way allowed to me: as a wife (Webster, definition 1 I'm guessing). I believed in you with all of my being. But I understood that it was my place to sit on the recliner and it was your place to tell tales of marvelous things. Although we don't know each other, I want you to promise me something. Whatever happens, please don't ever forget where you came from. Don't forget everyone here who loves you truly and deeply. Don't forget that the world is destructive and that what you have done with your brother and sisters can rebuild what has fallen and that the good you have done is irreparable. As the eve of your album grows closer still, your horizons grow broader. And you seem farther and farther away from me. (This is actually probably just because I'm awesome. This letter is pretty rad, huh? It isn't meant to be as amazing as it probably sounds.) But we're all so proud of you. And I left you mac and cheese in the fridge. |
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Levi wrote: your a better person than me. and she is better than both of us. Nah dude, you're pretty cool. Give yourself some credit. ryan fisher wrote: so beautiful...i'm sobbing tears of joy for having read that If I can just touch one person then I've done my job. |
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*cough*rippoff*cough* _________________ INTELLECT AND ROMANCE OVER BRUTE FORCE AND CYNICISM Smokemonster |
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Lost At Sea wrote: that's kinda scary... For anyone who doesn't know, he's ripping off/parodying this. That wife thing was a little scary, though. |
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whatever the intentions, I wish that post wouldn't keep getting parodied and repeated. It sort of makes a sincere, serious, and well written letter seem dumb or laughable. ...or something. But feel free to ignore this if I am taking everything too seriously myself. I am just trying to put myself in the place of the writer who may still be lurking around. (If so, hopefully she takes things lightly..and is not easy to offend.) |
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[ignore="cryptictonight"]whatever the intentions, I wish that post wouldn't keep getting parodied and repeated. It sort of makes a sincere, serious, and well written letter seem dumb or laughable. ...or something. But feel free to ignore this if I am taking everything too seriously myself. I am just trying to put myself in the place of the writer who may still be lurking around. (If so, hopefully she takes things lightly..and is not easy to offend.) [/ignore] |
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