The Best Birthday Gift I Ever Received
It was not a present, a party or anything fantastic. It was these words, written on a piece of paper and left in my car.
Words. I have always been the master of my words. Plucking thoughts seemingly out of midair and transforming them into coherence and beauty.
Because of you, I am sitting here….grasping at words and reaching for sentences. My words have fled. They are floating above my head, visible but slightly out of reach. The thought of you, pushing them out of my head. Jealous of the space the words occupied, your presence has commanded the spotlight in my mind.
I am unable to shake you from my thoughts. Every word whispered softly in my ear, every warm breath on my stomach, every gentle touch exchanged as we lay listening to each other's heartbeat….they all render me speechless.
I concede defeat. I am awed by your mastery as you easily uncovered every one of my unspoken needs until they were all satisfied. Once strong, I fall weak. Once ambivalent, I now feel the loss as we separate.
No words are left, they fail me, just when I have so much to say. All that remains is the thought of you and one question.
Will I linger in your mind as you do in mine?
Jusqu'à ce que je rassemblement encore, soin de prise de ma mémoire car je prendrai soin à vous.
Words. I have always been the master of my words. Plucking thoughts seemingly out of midair and transforming them into coherence and beauty.
Because of you, I am sitting here….grasping at words and reaching for sentences. My words have fled. They are floating above my head, visible but slightly out of reach. The thought of you, pushing them out of my head. Jealous of the space the words occupied, your presence has commanded the spotlight in my mind.
I am unable to shake you from my thoughts. Every word whispered softly in my ear, every warm breath on my stomach, every gentle touch exchanged as we lay listening to each other's heartbeat….they all render me speechless.
I concede defeat. I am awed by your mastery as you easily uncovered every one of my unspoken needs until they were all satisfied. Once strong, I fall weak. Once ambivalent, I now feel the loss as we separate.
No words are left, they fail me, just when I have so much to say. All that remains is the thought of you and one question.
Will I linger in your mind as you do in mine?
Jusqu'à ce que je rassemblement encore, soin de prise de ma mémoire car je prendrai soin à vous.
posted by 1969 at
1:09 PM
18 Comments:
Wow. That was beautiful. I love the part at the end in french.
Every year as my birthday nears, I have to read that folded up piece of paper all over again. I still have the same reaction when I read it.
Man my heart melted for a quick second and that ish wasn't for me!
I wish I had half of that person's talent.
-SimplyB
Good stuff. Can't wait to hear about what else Mr. 1969 has in store for your birthday.
I am at a loss for words my DAYUM self behind that one..... that was one of the most beautiful things that I have read in a lonnng time...
So, uh.... id Mr. 1969 write that or was that a from a "past life"? LOL
Regardless... I COM.PLETE.LY feel you on the re-reading of past sentiments such as that... I do it too :-)
Beautiful.
And it goes to show you just how we can never satisfy Kneegrows.
Why? ...Because I am so glad you shared a little piece of your birthday heaven with me, but I still want to beg of you: Can I get a full translation on the French line at the end?
~Ha~
It's prolly some lil sweet inside line between the two of you.
A nosey woman,
:D
wow.......
Speechless.
Happy Birthday to you as well!
19, you had to have swooned. And swooned again.
Beautiful.
somehow I can envision this note being worn, torn and memorized. I don't think its from Mr. 1969. speaks of a different love? another time?? days gone by..*sigh*
Happy Birthday tooooo YOU!!! and many more..how many pairs of shoes are you buying?? huh?? huh??
Wow! Now those are some wonderful words. The poet in me admires the person's creativity.
I would read it too for my bday.
Simply B....he really had a gift with words. I was in awe.
ON...what makes you think that was from Mr. 1969? LOL
Robyn....*sigh* those notes are like old treasures.
Pro...loosely translated as "until we meet again, keep my memory safe as I will keep yours"
Jameil...Romance used to be ALIVE
Big J...thanks! The big day is actually Monday.
Ms. Lee...that's when I knew ABSOLUTELY that he was different.
He brought his A game with that one.
GG. No shoes will be bought!!! I swear. I might do a mini spa trip but that's it.
Shai...yes, I like to reread that and know that at that one moment, it was exactly what I needed to read.
That is good you kept it.
1969, can you believe, I ripped up old cards and letters from my first love. I had kept reading in different places that to make room for new love get rid of old things that you got from the old love.
It was good and bad for me. I wished I had kept some old letters or something else. I do still have rings I got, one is almost 18 years old. We have been broken up for over 14 years.
I do believe I would have re-read those letters and hung on too hard and too long.
ooh how i love birthday blessings. I found a card from my grandmother the other day from my 27th birthday and immediately broke into tears~
thanks for sharing!!
Shai...That's just it. Some memories, I don't ever want to let go of. :)
Ah, how sweet. Made my heart melt. Girl, I would be 80 years old still reading that yellowed, torn-up, raggedy note. If my husband ever wrote something like that.....ooh who knows what would happen.
@ 1969 & Shai:
I second, third and FIFTEENTH that "e"motion!!! I do not ever want to get rid of such sweet memories.....girl ya'll gon go make me go reminiscin'!!! LOL
*TEARS*
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