Fine. Maybe I'm the puzzle. But you're still the pieces.
Monday, June 1, 2009
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22 comments:
I needed this post so badly. I'm not sure if it hurt more than it helped but I wanted to say thank you anyways. Puzzles are a common theme with me lately. Thank you.
someday, I know you are going to complete me.
Lovely post.
This made my heart hurt this morning. I'd rather my heart hurt, though, than not feel anything at all.
This brings immediately to my mind a song by Carla Bruni (stumbling around to find a link to somewhere that will let you listen to it without anything obnoxious going on at the same time) -- http://www.goear.com/listen/8984bda/Le-toi-de-moi-Carla-Bruni
(Though funnily enough, now that I think about it, in all of that she doesn't mention puzzles/pieces. No good rhymes, perhaps...)
The way I took this in, was indescribable. I miss the feeling of truth and you just made me feel it once again.
I cannot say anything else but, thanks and I love you. And I mean this with all my heart.
Puzzles are a common theme with me, too. Your blog, Iain, really shows the connectivity amongst us humans. You've really shown that you can walk down the street, past ten people who are experiencing heart ache of some form or another. I thank you for taking the time out of your day to show that. Because I'm sure that of all people, YOU knew that such connections exist.
And as for the puzzle. You are the pieces. I think it's about acceptance. At some point, I either accept that I have all the pieces I can get from you and move on, letting those pieces be a part of me. Or I can long for you to finish placing those pieces in me so that YOU make me complete. Right now, I want the latter. I don't know if I will come out of this longing though.
Yes I am puzzled.
I am puzzle because you are the long lost piece that is hiding under the sofa, and I couldn't find it, still.
i don't think i'm the pieces of anyone's puzzle. and that makes me sad.
dammit dammit. why do you have to make so much sense?
Actually, I believe you are the puzzle, and you've deliberately hidden the pieces from me, and won't let me find them.
How is that fair, when I've let you find mine?
how i wish you would fit nicely.
remember what it felt like when we put together the borders, starting with the corner pieces and started moving slowly inward to put together the picture of us? the problem was that it was how we saw ourselves, rather than how we are. when it's based on idealistic promises, it's bound to start to splinter back into pieces... but it doesn't have to be that way.
It aches so strongly it feels like I won't be able to breathe happily again. I feel the hurt course physically through my body, internally. It almost feels like I should cross my arms over my stomach to keep from crumbling entirely. I'm losing focus. I feel like I'm losing touch with the world. I live in my own... tired, sad, upset, aching.
You know when you have a puzzle that is almost complete, but there are one or two pieces missing, and the only pieces left in the box are to another puzzle?
That is how I feel. I'm almost whole, but I'm looking for that other puzzle that my last couple of pieces somehow got into. Maybe it is their pieces that I have. Maybe, just maybe, we'll complete each other and never have to look through the pieces of another puzzle again.
i used to believe i was the missing piece of your puzzle. at least, that was what you made me feel. but lately, i don't feel that way anymore, like i no longer fit snugly into your arms.
To the anonymous who says that it hurts physically - I just wanted to tell you that I KNOW what you mean. And I hope that you are okay. I hope you sleep well tonight, and I hope you wake up to a brighter day. I hope you come across a beautiful ray of sun on your way. I hope you buy some ice cream for yourself and not feel bad eating it. Just take care of yourself. And hold yourself if you need to. I have faith in you. Just writing this for you has helped me, so I hope that you catch this and that it helps you in one form or another.
This is absolutely *beautiful* Kelsey... Thank you for sharing it. It's amazing.
what we don't realize, you and I, is the fact that we complete each other.
To someone, thank you very much. I hope that I wake up to a brighter day as well. It is a very excrutiating pain, and although one has to go through greif... I feel like I'm losing myself in the process. My heart is broken. I need reassurance that there is Sun and I can be happy with that, even if it means by myself.
I ache, but I will try and hold onto myself. Thank you for taking the time to write to me. I need you more than ever.
you know exactly how to make my day brighter! thankyou.
...and this made me realize how completely incomplete i am without -you-
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