And one morning, a morning just like so many before it, he woke up and suddenly knew what to say : all the words that had been welling up inside him were fighting a desperate struggle against each other to just come out spewing forth from his mouth, wanting to be heard. They felt in such a state of uproar because at long last they were the right words. So he picked up his phone, and it rang three times on the other end before she picked it up. He had no doubts whatsoever that this was the right thing to do – after all, they hadn’t spoken in months, well over a year, because it seemed as if they were afraid to just talk to each other. He was afraid of saying the wrong thing, and she was afraid of hurting him once again. So when it all came crashing down, the fact that they drifted ever apart was only natural. But it was wrong, and this he’d known for a long time; they weren’t meant to be apart, not now, not ever, not on this lifetime or any other. The ocean of silence between them was wrong, and he was to blame for that.
When her voice spoke from the other end, wherever she was now, it was as if she was standing right next to him, it was as if everything made sense again. His voice rich with emotion, she asked that she bear with him for a moment. There were things he needed, no, wanted, to say, and those words took their own time, after all the feelings he had of an uncontrollable, torrential diatribe. He sighed, softly and inwardly, and then he spoke. And she listened; raptly, she listened to each and every word he said, and for the longest time said nothing. When finally he did stop, he asked her a question. She said yes, and a few days after that conversation, they’d meet for dinner somewhere, and talk some more.
And talk they did, at great length, until they finally agreed that the time had finally come when the past was just the past. All that was left was now, and the future. It beckoned to them with such puissance that the mere idea of it edged them onwards.
Months after that, she was getting home – their own place at last – and quickly went to find him. He was sitting at his desk writing another chapter of his novel while his muse still served him. She kissed him behind his neck, and as he swiveled his chair sideways, she sat down on his lap and whispered quietly in his ear that she had a surprise for him. Giddy with anticipation, and with a little bit of dread thrown in as well, for he was normally wary of such things, he asked her what it was. She sat on his lap looking at him, stroking his hair, holding him close, praying to god that he never went away. She made him feel as loved as any human soul ever had the right to feel, and when she told him that soon, yes, soon enough the two would become three, they both saw that everything was finally right.
When the time came, they named the child Hunter. And so did the three of them finally felt what true happiness meant; even though the both of them – together or alone – felt like they’d gone through heaven and through hell, they now knew that all trials they’d experienced were but the stepping stones that brought them to this perfect moment.
I am lost, in our rainbow, now our rainbow has gone,
Overcast, by your shadow, as our worlds move on,
But in this shirt, I can be you, to be near you for a while.
There's a crane, knocking down all those things, that we were,
I awake, in the night, to hear the engines purr,
There's a pain, it does ripple through my frame, makes me lame,
There's a thorn, in my side, it's the shame, it's the pride...
Of you and me, ever changing, moving on now, moving fast,
And his touch, must be wanted, must become, through your ask,
But I need Jake to tell you, that I love you, it never rests,
And I've bled every day now, for a year, for a year,
I did send you a note on the wind for to read....
... Our names there together must have fallen like a seed...
... To the depths of the soil buried deep in the ground,
On the wind, I could hear you, call my name, held the sounds,
I am lost,
I am lost, in our rainbow, now our rainbow has gone,
I am lost, in our rainbow, now our rainbow has gone,
I am lost.
[And if never you felt curious enough to listen to one of these songs I post here, do yourself the favour of listening to this song. This is, by far, the most beautiful song you'll hear this year, and quite likely, one of the most beautiful songs ever written as well. These precious few minutes will redefine genius and beauty as you know it.]
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