push away your one best friend, and ask yourself who's…

So I was reading some of my friends blogs earlier today, and came upon something that I've seen before ...
it was one of those survey type things, but with a twist. Basically, it said
"Write something to 7 different people that you'd like them to know, or something that you had to
say, but never could tell them directly, or just something that should have been said sooner or later.
No names, just words."

I realized that it was something that I've wanted to do a lot of the time. Things that I wanted to say, but never did.

This is the sanctuary for those words left unspoken.

Maybe if you're one of the few people who read this, you'll see something that
was once supposed to be directed to you.

In every heart there is a room
A sanctuary safe and strong
To heal the wounds from lovers past
Until a new one comes along

I spoke to you in cautious tones
You answered me with no pretense
And still I feel I said too much
My silence is my self defense

And every time I've held a rose
It seems I only felt the thorns
And so it goes, and so it goes
And so will you soon I suppose

But if my silence made you leave
Then that would be my worst mistake
So I will share this room with you
And you can have this heart to break

And this is why my eyes are closed
It's just as well for all I've seen
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows

So I would choose to be with you
That's if the choice were mine to make
But you can make decisions too
And you can have this heart to break

And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows.

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Saturday, September 13, 2008

push away your one best friend, and ask yourself
who's going to love you when you reach the end?

"Does Becca not want to have children?"
"No... no, she does... just not with me."
It hit him then, in the moment when the words escaped his mouth and crystallized into truth. He had known it all along, but there was no weight to the idea until it was formulated into those painfully final four words. Just not with me.

They walked along silently for the next several paces; he who recently discovered his own regret, and he who would never admit to his desire to be burdened with the love of another. The Manhattan skyline fell upon them, and the din of the city faded away. It was just the two of them now, caught in a loveless existence, both wondering how they came to be where they were. Years of womanizing and misogyny, years of complete devotion and desire. Together, they walked down the street.

The screech of tires, the flash of headlights. Lost in their own thoughts, neither one saw the speeding car bear down upon them.

Who would sit bedside in a silent vigil for them?

Beneath the beauty of every perfect lie, we find the broken truth.

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