All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true... I was made for you
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true... I was made for you
So, yeah, I have stories of who I am, where
I’ve been… and now you’re gone and who will I tell my stories to? Who will
know? And this morning I was listening to this song by Brandi Carlisle and I
was thinking how you knew my stories, including the deepest ones, all my life,
the good, the bad, all my stories. I was thinking how I knew your stories, the
good, the bad, all your beautiful life. I was thinking how in your last months you talked more than ever
before about yourself, your childhood, so many stories.
And here is the point: we told one another our stories. I told you my stories; you told me your stories; we lived our stories together. We were made for each other. Who could ask for more?
The Story by Brandi Carlisle (link)
And here is the point: we told one another our stories. I told you my stories; you told me your stories; we lived our stories together. We were made for each other. Who could ask for more?
The Story by Brandi Carlisle (link)
1 comment:
That's one of the hardest parts of losing your other half, you shared everything with nothing left on the table. Then suddenly, its gone. Your history, your heart. I guess when you feel like you might be able to start over and share at least some new stories, you are ready to open up to new relationships. Maybe in a few years. Maybe not.
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