For My Other Half

This is my December
This is my time of the year

This is my December
This is all so clear

This is my December
This is my snow covered home

This is my December
This is me alone

And I give it all away
Just to have somewhere
To go to

Give it all away
To have someone
To come home to

Funny how the first time I heard this song, I was curious about it all the way. It was on the radio, and I was sitting on the passenger seat of my dad’s car, about to go some place I couldn’t even remember. At that time, I didn’t even know you. But who would’ve thought that the song would be your whole life’s story. At that time, I just really liked your song. Who would’ve known it was the first song that got you hooked to Linkin Park.

When you lend me your Design Basics Index and told me to keep it instead, I didn’t understand why you would want to give something that was so precious to you to someone like me who had less chance of making it happen. Who would’ve thought that at that time you had given up your dreams of becoming someone you want to be, and instead chose to work the 9-5 job that your ex-girlfriend was insisting to be the better for you both.

When you gave me Reanimation, and I again asked why, since you told me how difficult it was for you to get it, you said that there was no point giving something to me it that gift was not something special that you held dearest to – because if it was so easy to get, then it would have not meant anything. Right then I was intrigued by this thought. Clearly, I hadn’t really understood the concept of giving, until you revealed it to me.

On the second of December, in the midst of the rain and the racing against time, I spent a few precious hours with you. Little did we know that was the evening that would change our lives forever. I felt like I’d gone through a lifetime of journey, only finding you on my doorstep and me saying, “Where have you been all this time? I’ve almost given up in believing that you are here all along.”

I knew your soul like the back of my hand and I saw you so much clearly than anyone else in this world. Beneath all the exterior you hid so well, you were me and I were you. Surrounded by many others who kept reassuring me that I was somewhat useless, you matter-of-factly said to me that no matter where it was, a diamond would still be a diamond, even if it were covered with muds.

You, were the missing piece that I had been looking for, the reason why I felt so empty even when everything else was so bountiful.

I knew then that I was forgiven. Like the missing sheep that had left the flock, I was found and I was led home. I may not be perfect. In fact, I have done many things that I’m not pleased with. a life history I still cringe about whenever I think about it. Thinking that because of what I did I would never deserve anything good ever again. That I didn’t deserve any of it.

But I was wrong. I was loved, all along. I knew that now, because of you.