Sunday, December 30, 2012

Things I wanted to tell him...



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There are people in your life who are going to love you for all of the wrong reasons. They will love you for the best part of your face, the best part of you naked, the best mood on your best day, the best story you ever wrote, the best outfit you ever wore.
They are going to miss the scar on the underside of your chin from the time you fell off your bike while on vacation because you thought you heard people singing and how you only wanted your cousin in the room with you as you got your stitches. They’ll miss the scars on both your knees from the time you were five and couldn't keep your balance on a brick wall. They will miss those things. They will not know that you would much rather be complimented on your personality than your looks or that red dresses make you happy, how much you miss your grandparents or that you look up lyrics when you are sad. 
They’ll notice that you have a great ass, but they’ll miss that your thumb tucks into their palm when you’re walking together. They’ll notice you have great physical features but they won’t notice how you’re constantly tucking your hair behind your right ear, because it comes loose when the wind blows while you’re walking together and obstructs your vision and how much you want to be able to really see them; or that your eyes have darker circles when a migraine is coming. They won’t know you get migraines. They will say your talented, but won’t ask what inspires all the things you write, so they’ll never know what was true, what was fiction, or what they inspired directly. They’ll miss knowing the sweatshirt full of holes that they criticized you for wearing was your dads. You might tell them some of these things along the way, but they will remember the best things instead.
They will love your good moods, your energy, your zest for life, your sense of humor, but miss that you never turn to them, but rather to a shower or a pillow or the back of your throat to shed tears.  
When the parts that aren’t your best come out, some people will shield their eyes as if you have just forced them to look directly into the sun for hours until their irises burn. They’ll silently make you promise to never show them that again. Those things are not to be shown. Be at your best so I can love you. I would love you more if only you never show me those things.
And you do not marry those people. You do not sit and sleepily drink coffee with those people. You leave those people and you remind yourself that they missed the better parts of you.           ~  unknown & pieces of me







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