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You are the most beautiful person… - w4m
Date: 2008-02-09, 8:08PM EST
You are a kind soul who saw something in my that I’d forgotten about….you saw in my eyes an ancient recognition…and you said that we were one..you were right…I was so wrong to allow these doubts to drive you away…and Im so sorry…and maybe there will never be the traditional happy ending (dating, marriage, family)….but I will love you for the rest of my life…I hope that whomever you choose for yourself will make you smile the way you make me smile, I hope that she will feel complete within herself in your presence, like I feel complete within you, I hope that she recognizes the beauty of your face and it’s many expressions…I hope that she sees your kind heart….and it all came to me one day that you are a part of me always will be because within each other we have found ourselves….my love always………
- Location: my soul
How well this person described the feeling of infatuation with someone. How easily it can become obsessive, I know it has for me sometimes, and yet how it’s possible, must be, to feel this way about someone, recognize it, and yet keep your own head and simply love naturally. And to realize it’s possible to feel this, perhaps a little differently, about more than one person, seeing the different kinds of beauty in amazing people and their different ways. If i’d written it, the heading would be “you are a most beautiful person,” without changing the power or meaning of the rest of the words.
And it’s hard to remember that this feeling, as beautiful as it is, as true as it may be, only draws you together, it doesn’t solve your problems, it doesn’t mend your differences. But it does at least make you want to mend differences and solve problems, which is better than the way we sometimes feel the rest of the time.
Unrelated, or perhaps related, sometimes we find ourselves wanting things we can’t have, and the reason we can’t have it isn’t that it’s wrong to want in theory, but that in practice, things can be more complicated than we’d wish, and having what we want would hurt other people, because they want different things, and deserve their happiness as well.
Hard to give up what we want, but sometimes it’s the best thing. Hard not to realize this too late, after we’ve obsessed and pushed and spoken our minds and obsessed and pushed some more, and all we get for our trouble is guilt for pushing someone we love, obsessing so much it hurts ourselves, and fearing we’re turning into something we don’t like.
Posted: February 10th, 2008 under Damek, History, Philosophy, Spirituality.