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Heart broken? read.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
July 22, 1997
My Dearest Catherine,
I miss you my darling as I always do, but today is especially hard because the ocean has been singing to me, and the song is that of our life together. I can almost feel you beside me as I write this letter, and I can smell the scent of wildflowers that always reminds me of you. But at this moment, these things give me no pleasure. Your visits have been coming less often, and I feel sometimes as if the greatest part of who I am is slowly slipping away.
I am trying, though. At night when I am alone, I call for you, and whenever my ache seems to be the greatest, you still seem to find a may to return to me. Last night, in my dreams, I saw you on the pier near Wrightsville Beach. The wind was blowing through your hair, and your eyes held the fading sun light. I am struck as I see you leaning against the rail. You are beautiful, I think I see you, a vision that I can never find in anyone else. I slowly begin to walk toward you, and when you finally turn to me, I notice that others have been watching you as well. "Do you know her?" they ask me in jealous whispers, and as you smile at me, I simply answer back with the truth. "Better than my own heart."
I stop when I reach you and take you in my arms. I long for this moment more than any other. It is what I live for, and when you return my embrace, I give myself over to this moment, at peace once again.
I raise my head and gently touch your cheek and you tilt your head and close your eyes. My hands are hard and your skin is soft, and I wonder for a moment if you'll pull back, but of course you don't. You never have, and it is at times like this that I know what my purpose is in life.
I am here to love you, to hold you in my arms, to protect you. I am here to learn from you and to receive your love in return. I am here because there is no other place to be.
But then, as always, the mist starts to form as we stand close to one another. It is a distant fog that rises from the horizon, and I find that I grow fearful as it approaches. It slowly creeps in, enveloping the world around us, fencing us in, as if to prevent escape. Like a rolling cloud, it blankets everything, closing, until there is nothing left but the two of us.
I feel my throat begin to close and my eyes well-up with tears because I know it is time for you to go. The look you give me at that moment haunts me. I feel your sadness and my own loneliness, and the ache in my heart that had been silent for only a short time grows stronger as you release me. And then you spread your arms and step back into the fog because it is your place and not mine. I long to go with you, but your only response is to shake your head because we both know that is impossible.
And I watch with breaking heart as you slowly fade away. I find myself straining to remember everything about this moment, everything about you. But soon, always too soon, your image vanishes and the fog rolls back to its faraway place and I am alone on the pier and I do not care what others think as I bow my head and cry and cry and cry.
Garrett
Excerpted from Message in a Bottle by Nicholas Sparks...
The message was so beautiful, it got me all teary-eyed with all the emotions placed on it, LOVE, desperation, longing... Emotions that all of us have probably felt at least once in our lives.
While reading this, let me ask you, was there a particular person who was on your mind all through out? Or have you at least imagined the scene? but the difference was that you were either Garett or Catherine?...
Honestly, I have imagined myself as Catherine, as silly as it may seem, but every girl has her fairytale. Mine is to find a guy such as Garett, but in the story (I haven't finished the book yet), It wasn't Catherine and Garett that will end up together, it was Theresa and Garett I think. Not sure. (UPDATE: I just finished another chapter, i learned that catherine died :'( ..) But what does this imply?... That heartbreaks are blessings, think about it, a heartbreak is just painful way of saving you from the 'wrong one' and leading you to the one that was meant for you.
I know I'm too young to say such words, but sometimes people who had been blinded by love/ heartbreaks forget to open their eyes and stand up again. As young as I may, This would probably be the perfect time to write such an article/ blog. While I still have the innocence ;) (yuck. feeling :P ) ... para someday, when I break my heart, I would go back, and read this, to remind me of how I used to be before falling in love and getting hurt.
emo?!
a little something for the "broken-hearted"s :)
My Dearest Catherine,
I miss you my darling as I always do, but today is especially hard because the ocean has been singing to me, and the song is that of our life together. I can almost feel you beside me as I write this letter, and I can smell the scent of wildflowers that always reminds me of you. But at this moment, these things give me no pleasure. Your visits have been coming less often, and I feel sometimes as if the greatest part of who I am is slowly slipping away.
I am trying, though. At night when I am alone, I call for you, and whenever my ache seems to be the greatest, you still seem to find a may to return to me. Last night, in my dreams, I saw you on the pier near Wrightsville Beach. The wind was blowing through your hair, and your eyes held the fading sun light. I am struck as I see you leaning against the rail. You are beautiful, I think I see you, a vision that I can never find in anyone else. I slowly begin to walk toward you, and when you finally turn to me, I notice that others have been watching you as well. "Do you know her?" they ask me in jealous whispers, and as you smile at me, I simply answer back with the truth. "Better than my own heart."
I stop when I reach you and take you in my arms. I long for this moment more than any other. It is what I live for, and when you return my embrace, I give myself over to this moment, at peace once again.
I raise my head and gently touch your cheek and you tilt your head and close your eyes. My hands are hard and your skin is soft, and I wonder for a moment if you'll pull back, but of course you don't. You never have, and it is at times like this that I know what my purpose is in life.
I am here to love you, to hold you in my arms, to protect you. I am here to learn from you and to receive your love in return. I am here because there is no other place to be.
But then, as always, the mist starts to form as we stand close to one another. It is a distant fog that rises from the horizon, and I find that I grow fearful as it approaches. It slowly creeps in, enveloping the world around us, fencing us in, as if to prevent escape. Like a rolling cloud, it blankets everything, closing, until there is nothing left but the two of us.
I feel my throat begin to close and my eyes well-up with tears because I know it is time for you to go. The look you give me at that moment haunts me. I feel your sadness and my own loneliness, and the ache in my heart that had been silent for only a short time grows stronger as you release me. And then you spread your arms and step back into the fog because it is your place and not mine. I long to go with you, but your only response is to shake your head because we both know that is impossible.
And I watch with breaking heart as you slowly fade away. I find myself straining to remember everything about this moment, everything about you. But soon, always too soon, your image vanishes and the fog rolls back to its faraway place and I am alone on the pier and I do not care what others think as I bow my head and cry and cry and cry.
Garrett
Excerpted from Message in a Bottle by Nicholas Sparks...
The message was so beautiful, it got me all teary-eyed with all the emotions placed on it, LOVE, desperation, longing... Emotions that all of us have probably felt at least once in our lives.
While reading this, let me ask you, was there a particular person who was on your mind all through out? Or have you at least imagined the scene? but the difference was that you were either Garett or Catherine?...
Honestly, I have imagined myself as Catherine, as silly as it may seem, but every girl has her fairytale. Mine is to find a guy such as Garett, but in the story (I haven't finished the book yet), It wasn't Catherine and Garett that will end up together, it was Theresa and Garett I think. Not sure. (UPDATE: I just finished another chapter, i learned that catherine died :'( ..) But what does this imply?... That heartbreaks are blessings, think about it, a heartbreak is just painful way of saving you from the 'wrong one' and leading you to the one that was meant for you.
I know I'm too young to say such words, but sometimes people who had been blinded by love/ heartbreaks forget to open their eyes and stand up again. As young as I may, This would probably be the perfect time to write such an article/ blog. While I still have the innocence ;) (yuck. feeling :P ) ... para someday, when I break my heart, I would go back, and read this, to remind me of how I used to be before falling in love and getting hurt.
emo?!
a little something for the "broken-hearted"s :)