Dec 23, 2005 02:53
I turned to walk away from the doorway, out into the cool air of foggy Northern California night. I could feel your arms outstretched, fingers waiting to rest on the tattered remains of my shoulders. I could have killed to feel you near me. I would have, had it come to that. My one love. I can fly, but I want his wings. My angel Gabriel. Beautiful, your eyes peircing rain-dropped windows like ice, you have never done anything but balance the warm brown of mine. My other half. If you had asked me to stay I would have torn myself limb from limb to give the best parts of me to you: my heart. my hands. my eyes. my shoulders leading to heavy laden arms. I built an empire on those shoulders to support our greater cause. But I knew you wouldn't ask me to stay. We have this unspoken bond (not the bond of brothers, but I love you more than life itself) that screams we shouldn't have to talk that way anymore.
You have always been my one true love. Even in those days of falsities, I will never love another the way that I have loved (and still do love) you. My angel Gabriel to your Damien. My Randall to your Jesse. My mother fucking Duck to your Weetzie. You are everything I have always wanted you to be, grown up into the man I always knew you would become; beautiful, insightful, darkly intelligent with a flair for causing trouble.
My baby boy. My one true heart. The reason I left you so very long ago. The reason I came back again and again. I will always come back again and again. You are my soul and I, your reason. I do love you so very, very much.
~For C. (My Randall, my other half)