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Three Halves

Dedicated to a dear friend. You needed me and I needed you, but we were never ours to lose. * * * * * * I never felt complete. I knew something was missing, a part of me. Now I know it was the other halves of my heart and soul, My love, my kindred spirit. I never knew how to feel full. Was never fully happy – not with missing pieces. Can anyone have three halves? I do. Myself and two others. First… my lover, my home, my best friend. Who stood by me through mistakes and poor decisions. Who has been nothing but loyal and true. So what am I to do? Once you build the foundation you can’t move the castle. Then… my kindred spirit, my freedom, my bliss. Who within moments defeated my demons and set me free. Who has taught me trust like no other ever could. So what am I to do? We still have that castle on a cloud. But we don’t live on a cloud. I feel the earth between my toes. One other half of my soul lives in a body who is, never was, and never will be mine. That’s right, I said ‘never’. ‘Never say never’. Why hold on to this hope? We are such fools. Always have been. Fools for our other halves. One ‘other half’ will forever be chained to anybody but me. The other ‘other half’ is, was and always will be mine. My heart is for both, in different ways. Now I am as full as I can be. I have found my halves. Being happy is not having what you want, But having what you need, And wanting what you have. I am happy... We asked: ‘how can one live in black and white after seeing in colour?’ I have an answer: ‘because we know what colour looks like...’ We know what to look for, how it feels, How to see it through the black and white – even turn it into colour. Remember? How to see. For some, their other halves are in one body – Filling both the heart and the soul, But not for me. I have three halves. I never knew where my pieces were. Then I found one. Then the other found me. Only one can fit my puzzle – yes, halves can only be two. But why be sad about bliss? I am happy… Because I no longer wonder about my pieces. May not be mine, but they are both safe. I am happy…

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 4/19/2013 9:00:00 PM
"But why be sad about bliss?" Because, I think, we often imagine our "bliss" as something different, as something other than or apart from what we're given in life--. For what it's worth, it is a very deep question that's outstandingly expressed....Ngoc.
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Elaine Ho
Date: 7/29/2015 11:13:00 AM
Ngoc you are so right about this. Your insight is appreciated not only as a compliment to my work but also for reflection in our own lives. Thank you.

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