I, You
I,
You
I know you can see
me.
You may not have a very clear picture of me in your mind,
But I know I exist
as a glimpse of a shadow at least. I know this because that’s what
a sentence is by nature and so far, I have existed to you in the form
of three of them.
I’m not a complete
picture to you as yet, but that’s ok. I don’t think
any of us ever are,
not even to ourselves. For now, I am words on this screen.
Unimpressive,
perhaps, but I promise that by the time you reach its conclusion, You
will know that you cannot possibly exist without me and
I, You.
I’m sorry she hurt
you.
You didn’t expect
that did you?
You didn’t expect
me to know that you were in pain.
I’m sorry you were
made to feel that you were never enough, that you were too short, too
stupid, or
Unworthy. I’m
sorry, you felt that you did not belong. I’m sorry that I was never
There for you while
you were going through these things. I wanted to be.
No one ever had the
right to hurt you or make you feel that way.
I want you to
understand that those things are a lot like me, as I exist to you
at this moment
__just words.
Do you feel sorry
for me because I am just words? Maybe you have started
to see a clearer
picture in your mind of what I may look like? Perhaps you hear a
pleasing tone
in my voice or even
a reassuring gaze returned within the reflection of your own
imagination.
Words can do that.
So you must
understand at this point that you can no longer just see me as
words on a screen,
just as I know that because of what I have written, you have already begun to
breathe
life into me.
You are beginning to understand me and
I, you.
When would you say
you first began to feel that I could exist? Was it that time at your
grandmother’s when
those other kids made you feel like you were different? Was it when
your
Dad told you that
your family would be moving again?
__Perhaps the crush
on that Irish girl…
Ah, what was her name
again?
You deserved better.
You deserved true love.
You deserved to not
feel embarrassed by your own family.
Why can’t you
forgive them for not being good enough?
Why can’t you
forgive yourself?
You still have
doubts. I can see you pouring back over the words above, looking at the
Generic
circumstances I have spelled out. You’re tearing me down. I cannot
be real.
I cannot be the
woman, never mind the presence that you so wanted to believe had been
There the whole
time. I assure you that I am very real.
I can still hear the babbling brook next to that cabin in the woods,
so, how did you put it?
Cozy.
You still don't believe me?
Shadows have no
tangible footing in this world, their existence is based solely on
the
Presence of light. I
have felt everything that I have written on this page.
I exist because you
have read them. I exist because you created me.
I exist because you were able to call to mind everything I wrote on this page.
I exist because you
have hope that there is a world where
you and I will meet.
You are everything
to me and now you know that your thoughts could not exist at this moment without me
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