12.30.2003
To My Best Friend...
Darling I want you to listen | I stayed up all night, so I can get this thing right | And I don't think there's anything missing | Cause a person like you, made it easy to do... ~Amel Larrieux, Make Me Whole
A few weeks ago soul of a man asked me when was I going to recap our meeting. He said the blacks wanted to know. Ever dedicated to the wants and needs of my people, I set out on a task to recapture that moment I first looked into your eyes Christmas Day 1999 at the crowded but musically effective Rockwells. I wanted the blacks to feel what I felt the night I whispered to my boy Rob "Damn that's my type..." I wanted them to experience the aniexty I felt the next eleven months, waiting for my chance to love you. And oh God how I wanted to love you...
I wanted them to venture back with us to our very first date at Jackson's Hole October 31th, 2000. I wanted them to sit with us at that table as we talked, and talked and talked about life, love and the pursuit of that thing we so often disregard, happiness. I wanted them to feel that thump in my heart, and the wetness of my hands almost three hours later when we said our goodbyes @ 14th Street and 6th Avenue. I wanted them to wait with me as three long weeks would pass before I would get the chance to see you again. I wanted so much to express to them how nervous I was the first time you sat on my sofa, for no other reason but to see me. I wanted them to watch My Best Friends Wedding with us. Laugh with us. But most of all, witness the very beginning of us...
I wanted them to travel with us that very next morning when we took my niece and nephews to see How the Grinch Stole Christmas. And oh how I wanted them there the night you whispered the words I wanted to hear from day one, that you too wanted it to be about us, only us. And yes, though I never, ever want to repeat those days, I wanted them to witness first hand the friends who set out to destroy what we had just begun to build. But even more than that, I wanted them to see how two people from two totality different backgrounds came together and created a love like I had never seen before. I wanted to show them how much you add to me, and just how little you take from me. I wanted them to see how often we talk about all the shit most couples are too afraid to talk about. I wanted to reveal all of those things and more, but I didn't. I didn't because for some reason the words just wouldn't come. They just would not find me. But one day, they'll know and understand just how much sdotporter means to me. One day...
And I find myself thanking your mother | For giving birth to a saint | My spirit flies when I say your name | If there's one thing that's true | It's that I was born to love you...~Amel Larrieux, Make Me Whole
Enjoy your day baby, enjoy every last fucking minute of it. You of all people deserve it. Happy, Happy Birthday...
You and me?
A few weeks ago soul of a man asked me when was I going to recap our meeting. He said the blacks wanted to know. Ever dedicated to the wants and needs of my people, I set out on a task to recapture that moment I first looked into your eyes Christmas Day 1999 at the crowded but musically effective Rockwells. I wanted the blacks to feel what I felt the night I whispered to my boy Rob "Damn that's my type..." I wanted them to experience the aniexty I felt the next eleven months, waiting for my chance to love you. And oh God how I wanted to love you...I wanted them to venture back with us to our very first date at Jackson's Hole October 31th, 2000. I wanted them to sit with us at that table as we talked, and talked and talked about life, love and the pursuit of that thing we so often disregard, happiness. I wanted them to feel that thump in my heart, and the wetness of my hands almost three hours later when we said our goodbyes @ 14th Street and 6th Avenue. I wanted them to wait with me as three long weeks would pass before I would get the chance to see you again. I wanted so much to express to them how nervous I was the first time you sat on my sofa, for no other reason but to see me. I wanted them to watch My Best Friends Wedding with us. Laugh with us. But most of all, witness the very beginning of us...
I wanted them to travel with us that very next morning when we took my niece and nephews to see How the Grinch Stole Christmas. And oh how I wanted them there the night you whispered the words I wanted to hear from day one, that you too wanted it to be about us, only us. And yes, though I never, ever want to repeat those days, I wanted them to witness first hand the friends who set out to destroy what we had just begun to build. But even more than that, I wanted them to see how two people from two totality different backgrounds came together and created a love like I had never seen before. I wanted to show them how much you add to me, and just how little you take from me. I wanted them to see how often we talk about all the shit most couples are too afraid to talk about. I wanted to reveal all of those things and more, but I didn't. I didn't because for some reason the words just wouldn't come. They just would not find me. But one day, they'll know and understand just how much sdotporter means to me. One day...
And I find myself thanking your mother | For giving birth to a saint | My spirit flies when I say your name | If there's one thing that's true | It's that I was born to love you...~Amel Larrieux, Make Me Whole
Enjoy your day baby, enjoy every last fucking minute of it. You of all people deserve it. Happy, Happy Birthday...
You and me?
