Authors Note: No, I have not become a human-shaped icicle. I've just been kinda busy, and have gotten a bit behind in my writing. This was written at 11 at might, and just popped into my head. I guess it's a tribute other role Vincent has had in my life and all the others he's touched. Thanks especially to all the members of BBTV- you have sent my stats for a loop, and FINALLY, I've found someplace I can be as crazy as I actually am! YEEHAH!! I giggle in delight.
Disclaimer: Yes! I own all of them- Vincent, Catherine, Father, Mouse, Jamie, Mary, Pascal and the whole sum of the Tunnels! YESYESYESYESYES!!
Disclaimer 2: I lied. sob
There is an emptiness inside me.
A hole.
A yearning.
Something missing.
Something lost.
Something gone that should be there.
Something forgotten that shouldn't have been.
Something has changed.
Something is missing.
But for every hole, there is something to fill it.
Just as to every lock, there is a key.
The hole was for you to fill.
This hole was the shape of love.
Belief.
Trust.
You.
That's what you're here for,
isn't it?
To fill the holes inside all of us.
To make us whole once again.
To fix us.
Better than better.
Better than best.
Best.
That describes you well, at least in our eyes.
That's what you are.
The best.
Ours-
perfect,
pure and whole.
The shape of the holes inside all of us.
The holes you fill perfectly.
Those holes may have been caused by
grief,
loneliness,
loss,
disappointment,
or just life,
but they were there.
Ready for you to fill.
A hole the shape of our own aloneness.
Our own ignorance.
You've filed the hole in me,
as well as dozens of others- perfectly fit,
almost like it was never there.
Almost.
I may not truly remember
the time before you,
but I know the pain,
the fear,
the mask I hid behind.-
It still lies,
discarded,
in a corner somewhere,
patiently gathering dust
waiting for the day when I may feel
the need to wear it again.
Somehow,
that dust is not refined.
It only adds to the masks
. . . .
power.
It's ability to wait.
It can wait all it wishes-
I will not don it again.
That part of my life is finished,
a chapter closed,
never to be revisited.
I don't want to.
Not now that I've found you.
Not ever.
Because I'll never leave you.
Never forget you.
Never undo what you have done.
Just as you'll never leave me.
I know that.
Surely as I know that
Shakespeare knew,
I know.
I know you.
April 6/08
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