Dear Kizie,
The heart-broken girl seeking the meaning of an incomplete song.
You attended strangers' funerals in order to make peace with the grief you were sure you'd leave in your wake, going out like a grenade. Maybe you were trying to piece together your own ending as well, a completion to the song that resonated so much with you.
When you shared it with Manny, the beauty of the song spun its magic over him, whose love in turn was making your life more beautiful. It meant something deeper to you then, the song you were sure was inspired by a love as beautiful as what you shared with Manny, and nothing less.
So you travelled to the cobbled streets of Paris; strolling hand-in-hand with Manny under the twinkling lights of the Eiffle Tower, to meet the person who composed the song, looking for answers. You were faced instead, with harsher truths. Of disappointingly empty meanings behind the words of an incomplete song, stopping abruptly-like Manny's story was about to end.
You were not expecting to be on the other side of the deep loss, the one you were so intent on understanding. And it turned out to be as ugly as that dissapointment of a songwriter stated it to be.
But the beauty of the song remained still. Because the song was never beautiful due to the pain it carried, but because of the love it spoke of.
A love, like Manny's, that was for ever, even within the numbered days.
A love, like yours, bigger than some and smaller than others, but an infinity in itself.
You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world, but you do have some say in who hurts you. And also, I believe, in completing an incomplete song, with your own story.
Seri, Kizie?
