Monday, January 15, 2007

Ah, Love!!

Below is an excerpt from an e-mail I sent to someone with relationship troubles. I happened to be going through some old e-mails, and saw it, and thought it was some pretty good writing, or something, and thought I'd share it. I have a vague, uneasy feeling that maybe I already have, perhaps on an older blog. If so, well, too bad.

So I know what I'm talking about when I say that I've been handed the short end of the stick in love. I've been crushed, I've been humiliated, I've had my heart ripped out of my chest and shoved where the sun don't shine. It's never easy, it always hurts, but it does get better. Not always fast, probably not even to 100% of what it was before, but it does get better.

Hell, my heart's been broke so many times now it's more tape and glue than original pieces. But I keep on going, because someday, I might just meet someone that will trade their taped, glued, bundle of heart-shards for mine, and we can spend of the rest of our days putting each other's hearts back together.

I know she's out there, somewhere. It's just a matter of time.

Love is giving your heart to someone, totally. Letting them into the deepest corners of your most carefully hidden heart. Giving them the keys to your happy place. You do it because you want them to always be there, and feel as welcome in your heart as you want to feel in theirs. But if they throw a big party, knock holes in the walls, and throw up in the pool and basically wreck the joint, you just have to change the locks, clean up, and start all over again. And it does get harder to give the keys to someone else, but still you do it, because one day you'll find the person willing to give you the keys to theirs, and they'll be as nervous as you are about the new plaster over the holes in their walls.

It's why we never give up. Because being let into that place, by the person you've let into yours, is the closest we'll ever get to heaven on earth. Love is the only thing worth having, and the only present worth giving. It's the only thing that can last forever that comes from another person. It's waiting for us all, if we're able to find it. So don't stop looking. It's out there somewhere. I'm sure of it.




So, yeah. Some of it may sound kind of corny, but hey, in the corn soldier army, I'm a Kernel.

8 comments:

SuperWife said...

I don't remember you posting it before, but it sure does look familiar...;)

And, yes, it is well-written and I hope you still feel that way.

Lastly, it did help the person you sent it to. For that I am grateful.

Your Girl Friday said...

Aren't you just a total SNAG.

People who have been burnt and broken have a greater appreciation and understanding of love. That sure counts for something.

I'm glad I've had my heart broken. It taught me more about myself and love in general than anything else that has ever happened to me. I'm so thankful to that slimy, deadshit asshole!!!HAHAHA!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!

Laurie Boris said...

It is good writing. Good metaphors. And good advice.

Harder than having your heart broken is having to break someone else's. I think I've learned more life lessons and more compassion from that than from getting my own duct-taped pile of shards stomped on.

None of it is easy, but when you find the right half of your heart, the right lid to your pot (my grandmother's saying), it's worth everything.

Nate said...

*Notices total lack of male commentary.*

Sigh, I am a fag.

Doc Nebula said...

No gay marriage for you. Your belief system forbids it. ;)

Nate said...

Yeah, I know. If I ever do cave and get me a man, we'll end up being those two self-hating queens that stay home and scream at each other all weekend and get in drunken brawls, and presumably have horrid gay make-up sex after.

Eew.

Your Girl Friday said...

As you probably know... from your stats... I've read this a couple of times now. It's truly lovely.

Nate said...

Well, thank you. I expect I spend enough time showing the world my ass via what I post online. Just trying to give my heart equal time.

'They' say "hope springs eternal in the heart of a fool". And Jeff Lynne said: "You'll find a fool I am any day."

How the hell he knows me I'll never know...