The Perfect Thing to Say
Monday, April 19, 2010
I went quiet when you told me the second of unchangable truths because i did not know what to say. I cant edit your past or make u want to edit the present for a future so i just bit my lip and sighed. But i found this quote and it felt like suddenly discovering the name of an indescribable taste, pouring the right amount into a coffee cup without looking or having the perfect word to say.
I am a tree, grown in the shade, and today I stretched my branches to tremble for a while in the daylight. I came here to tell you good-bye, my beloved, and it is my hope that our farewell will be great and awful like our love. Let our farewell be like fire that bends the gold and makes it more resplendent.
Kahlil Gibran (1883 - 1931)
These are words stolen off my tongue before i knew to say it.
And someday i'll say it because we have a someday.
But It' will be pretty and perfect, i promise.