Thursday, July 07, 2005
And On A Foggy Day Darryl Responds
My love, my heart, my hurt, my hope and faith still in our human race go out to all those affected today by the bombings in London. It would be so easy to give up on this crummy world. I refuse. Somehow I must believe that we will stop killing each other. There is so much love. To illustrate this I give you Darryl's response to my letter...
Dear Krista,
You know what I like about us. We both never know the truth or what reality is, and we accept it while still seeking it. I think thats a good thing. I thought about my blog after i wrote it and i hope it didn't seem to not acknowledge what you wrote here, i was just in a weird sad mood which passed.
I want you to know that theres a reason why even though we may never chat too often or keep in contact when one of us or both of us are dating someone...you are just that engrained in my heart and life. I look at that picture of us from two summers ago, and those ones from when Ioana got mad at me at your uncles cabin...and that defines us. Comfy and always there for each other. Our auras i think both hum on the same frequency friend wise. I never will ever be able to thank Melanie Philipson enough for dumping me. That was the first time I sought out help and really got to know you, even though at that point we really never were not friends, we were just associated thru allisons movie massage parties. I think after you , barely knowing me at all, did what you could to talk me off my emotional downslide and with your boyfriend there no less. I cannot think of a luckier day in my life, a better dump of myself that led to better things. You have always been something of an enigma, so static and so dynamic at the same time, so closed to change and open to it in the same breath. I honestly don't know where i'd be in life without having had you in my life. You cannot possibly ever know how you have effected change in me, helped me become who i am today. I am not embellishing this at all, even that summer of Spitz and the flat roofed yellow house...you are the reason i came out of my hiding spot in the corner of the room and closer to the front. And you've been there while i kept moving til i made it to the point where i am me...quiet and gentle and loving...but more than willing to fight for myself and for my friends and family without fear of being embarrassed or what others think. You've been a tutor in love, life, dance, culture and a companion that i hope, when i'm 80, can still pick up the phone, and pick up a conversation where we left it off last time we talked, about our familes and the good ole days. Thinking about how much you mean to me makes cry happy tears right now. I miss you and just want to make sure you know that you are the one that deserves all the best and that i hope i get to see it happen soon.
I love ya babe,
Darryl
And I love you, too, Darryl. I love you all. This must be what we dedicate ourselves heart and soul toward. Even loving the Bushes and Blairs and seemingly evil but truely lost souls out there. I challenge you. We can win this existential war.
Our weapon: love.
I'll meet you in the trenches.
Dear Krista,
You know what I like about us. We both never know the truth or what reality is, and we accept it while still seeking it. I think thats a good thing. I thought about my blog after i wrote it and i hope it didn't seem to not acknowledge what you wrote here, i was just in a weird sad mood which passed.
I want you to know that theres a reason why even though we may never chat too often or keep in contact when one of us or both of us are dating someone...you are just that engrained in my heart and life. I look at that picture of us from two summers ago, and those ones from when Ioana got mad at me at your uncles cabin...and that defines us. Comfy and always there for each other. Our auras i think both hum on the same frequency friend wise. I never will ever be able to thank Melanie Philipson enough for dumping me. That was the first time I sought out help and really got to know you, even though at that point we really never were not friends, we were just associated thru allisons movie massage parties. I think after you , barely knowing me at all, did what you could to talk me off my emotional downslide and with your boyfriend there no less. I cannot think of a luckier day in my life, a better dump of myself that led to better things. You have always been something of an enigma, so static and so dynamic at the same time, so closed to change and open to it in the same breath. I honestly don't know where i'd be in life without having had you in my life. You cannot possibly ever know how you have effected change in me, helped me become who i am today. I am not embellishing this at all, even that summer of Spitz and the flat roofed yellow house...you are the reason i came out of my hiding spot in the corner of the room and closer to the front. And you've been there while i kept moving til i made it to the point where i am me...quiet and gentle and loving...but more than willing to fight for myself and for my friends and family without fear of being embarrassed or what others think. You've been a tutor in love, life, dance, culture and a companion that i hope, when i'm 80, can still pick up the phone, and pick up a conversation where we left it off last time we talked, about our familes and the good ole days. Thinking about how much you mean to me makes cry happy tears right now. I miss you and just want to make sure you know that you are the one that deserves all the best and that i hope i get to see it happen soon.
I love ya babe,
Darryl
And I love you, too, Darryl. I love you all. This must be what we dedicate ourselves heart and soul toward. Even loving the Bushes and Blairs and seemingly evil but truely lost souls out there. I challenge you. We can win this existential war.
Our weapon: love.
I'll meet you in the trenches.
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