For What It Meant
Sunday, November 18th, 2007It’s easy to say that I miss Him. Harder to explain why. Graphic Designer Friend asked the other day. My reply: He saw me.
Knowing Him made me feel that I, in turn, was known. And I miss the knowing, the friend in Him who knew. The one who was there long enough, who took the time, to get past the woman on the surface and understand the girl inside. He puzzled out my grimaces and sighs and cheek-biting. He wanted to know. The more I dissembled, the harder He tried. Maybe it didn’t take each of the past four years, but He succeeded. And He saw me.
More than anything, more than the comfort of His arms and the smell of His chest against my cheek, I miss that. And I miss Him for what it meant.
You’ve nailed it. What takes me 5 pages in my journal to say (or 89 paragraphs on my blog), you said in three. Beautiful and moving.
Yes, beautiful indeed. It’s so wonderful to be known, which makes it so much harder to let go.