Life, Support, And Everything Else...
Borrowed from the blog of a dear friend, Neele...
THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL
By Hanley Harding
I am damaged...
The incident is past,
But the pain persists;
I reluctantly, at times, fearfully,
Go about my present daily life.
I am damaged...
Not by subterfuge,
Sweet words of insincerity, or lies,
But through unfathomable meanness
And brutal cruelty.
I am damaged...
The world closed in about my soul,
Suddenly becoming an alien land,
And I had coldly been deprived of the passport
Which heretofore had allowed my spirit unfettered movement.
I am damaged...
But, in talking to others, also damaged,
I have come to realize that I am alive, not dead;
That the world goes on around me, and about me,
And that I am empowered if I choose to be so.
I am damaged...
But, by reaching out and learning to trust those who are worthy of trust,
I will be able to re-build my life;
It will never be quite the same as it was,
So I must strive to make it better.
I am damaged...
But with the passage of time, and the help of sincere people who care about me,
I learn to move more steadily, more confidently, each day,
Toward the light at the end of the tunnel.
I am damaged...
But I am not broken.
It's true, I am damaged, but I am not broken. I have been hurt, but I am learning. Having people around who love and support you no matter what, it can make all the difference in the world. It's been a rocky couple of months. I've held a lot inside, knowing I have to be a pillar of strength for those around me. Getting caught up in that, I forgot to care for myself, and failed to see the signs when I'm in pain. The pain has been released, and I will heal.
Having Bobby, has made such a difference in my life. He has so much respect for me, more than any other man I've ever known. There are times I want him to grab me and hold me- and never let me go- but that's not him. I can, he's not used to doing that. Well, not without expecting something in return. I don't think he's ever dated anyone like me. Anyone who he actually took to their apartment, and left there or if invited in, he knows it's not going to be to the bedroom. In the wise words of my cousin, Holly "I'm not that kinda girl". I appreciate his chilvary and respect, but above all friendship. He's got a good heart deep inside of that dark shell that hides his soul. It's in there, the question is, am I too late to save him?
THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL
By Hanley Harding
I am damaged...
The incident is past,
But the pain persists;
I reluctantly, at times, fearfully,
Go about my present daily life.
I am damaged...
Not by subterfuge,
Sweet words of insincerity, or lies,
But through unfathomable meanness
And brutal cruelty.
I am damaged...
The world closed in about my soul,
Suddenly becoming an alien land,
And I had coldly been deprived of the passport
Which heretofore had allowed my spirit unfettered movement.
I am damaged...
But, in talking to others, also damaged,
I have come to realize that I am alive, not dead;
That the world goes on around me, and about me,
And that I am empowered if I choose to be so.
I am damaged...
But, by reaching out and learning to trust those who are worthy of trust,
I will be able to re-build my life;
It will never be quite the same as it was,
So I must strive to make it better.
I am damaged...
But with the passage of time, and the help of sincere people who care about me,
I learn to move more steadily, more confidently, each day,
Toward the light at the end of the tunnel.
I am damaged...
But I am not broken.
It's true, I am damaged, but I am not broken. I have been hurt, but I am learning. Having people around who love and support you no matter what, it can make all the difference in the world. It's been a rocky couple of months. I've held a lot inside, knowing I have to be a pillar of strength for those around me. Getting caught up in that, I forgot to care for myself, and failed to see the signs when I'm in pain. The pain has been released, and I will heal.
Having Bobby, has made such a difference in my life. He has so much respect for me, more than any other man I've ever known. There are times I want him to grab me and hold me- and never let me go- but that's not him. I can, he's not used to doing that. Well, not without expecting something in return. I don't think he's ever dated anyone like me. Anyone who he actually took to their apartment, and left there or if invited in, he knows it's not going to be to the bedroom. In the wise words of my cousin, Holly "I'm not that kinda girl". I appreciate his chilvary and respect, but above all friendship. He's got a good heart deep inside of that dark shell that hides his soul. It's in there, the question is, am I too late to save him?
posted by Chloe' Gardner | 12:09 PM
5 Comments:
Nope-you're never too late!
Patience, my dear, patience.
Love is a wierd thing-the more you show, the more you get shown.
Of course you're not too late!
That's so great that he respects you like that. So many guys just want what they want.
Oh, you two are so sweet!
And you're not too late!
:-)
four years ago, a friend told me that the guy i was madly in love with, wasn't the right one for me. he said "he's too damaged and he's got a lot of walls. even if you can get through, you may not want to."
the guy he was talking about is now my husband. i won't lie and say it wasn't hard, but he had been so hurt for so long that loving didn't seem like an option. we stayed friends and i supported him through a lot. that's what did it, loving him for the good and the bad. embrace the friendship that you have, it will be worth it in the end.
No, it definitely isn't too late for Bobby. What I don't get is how you can not want to be his girlfriend.
You are a wonderful person. Relax and let things progress at their own pace.
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