My Other

Maybe it's the way you speak those words to me. Or it could be the way you simply exist in your amazing world. I want to join it. I want to join you and all your glory in such a way, that makes the birds sing and the Earth turn, in such a way that makes colors more vibrant and songs worth singing. I want to sing to you. Serenade your eyes and ears with my vocals and praise the day you were born. Praise the day you responded to me. And very soon, praise the day our eyes lock and our lips meet.

Who is this person? Where did he come from? Well quite obviously he must've been 'shot through with starlight'. Inspiration and adoration springing from his fingers, the middle of his forehead and the left side of his chest. A being quite worthy of worship and lionization. A being so incredibly amazing that it took me 26 years and some change to find him. Maybe we weren't ready to meet before. Don't you hate it when you find someone you want to be with forever but the timing is off? I do--did. Because all of that bad timing shit that I spoke of before is completely irrelevant now, because it all lead to the source of my current happiness. It all lead to this person. This person that has transformed my idea of what I want, need and deserve.

Dangling over the abyss by a fucking thread, he pulls me in. Brushing the hair away from my frightened eyes, he reassures that I'll never need to take that leap again. I'll never need to settle or to be 'out there' wondering where "he", my other, is. For he's arrived. And he's arrived in the most complex of situations. I promised myself, never again. Never again can I do the long distance thing. I did it for years and the miles ripped through the relationship like it was tissue paper. But that relationship had "trouble" written all over it before he even left Philly.
How rotten would it be to punish another for the deeds of an unworthy man? How rotten would it be to punish myself?! To deny such a connection that wakes me from sleep and stirs my soul like a pot of warm soup. Incredulous thoughts has surfaced, but no longer. Why be cynical about something that feels so right? No sir, I'm not going to be like the rest. I can believe that good can come to me because I deserve it. Of all the wrong doings that has been done to me, I feel that meeting this person has corrected it all. And I'll graciously accept this gift from the stars as an apology for all that crap. Let's consider us even, Karma. I've grown out of that 'figuring myself out' cocoon and my effervescent wings have spread to make such a beautiful palette.

A palette I'm ready to share. With him. And only him.