When A Man Loves A Woman
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This story takes place between Jean's death and Scott's
befriending of Lee. The poet he speaks of is Sufi mystic Jelalludin Rumi.
When A Man Loves A Woman
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When I remember your love,
I weep, and when I hear people
talking of you,
something in my chest,
where nothing much happens now,
moves as in sleep.
A poet once said that lovers don't finally meet
somewhere. They're in each other
That was true for you and I.
The first moment I saw you I knew that you were meant for me, and I for
felt my soul pulled toward yours, by yours. My heart recognized you. I
had known then that you felt the same way.
I was too shy to tell you, too insecure; but most of all, I was too
so I worshipped you from afar.
I was awed by your beauty, your intelligence, your strength, your
laughter made me want to cry. I couldn't though, for I was the stoic,
responsible one. Instead, I watched you, too blind to see you watching
I saw you with another man, our friend, and I was jealous; not so much
you were with him, but because he was able to tell you how he felt. No
my feelings, no one could possibly know, I kept them hidden so
I thought it was love; but it wasn't, not yet. I know now that I didn't
meaning of the word. To call what I felt then love would be a betrayal
was to come.
Then you left and I thought it was because of something I had done when
because of something I hadn't done. You thought I didn't care. You
been more wrong.
I gathered all of my courage and I told you what was in my heart. And a
happened when you told me what was in yours. I was so happy that I
that you weren't.
I shut you out, more painfully than before because now you knew that I
you didn't understand why I pushed you away, why I only allowed you a
peek at my
soul while you laid yours bare for me. I couldn't tell you I knew I was
lose you as I had everyone else I ever cared for; I didn't want to let
too close, I wanted to protect myself from the hurt, even if it meant
Then he came. I knew he wanted you, he made that clear. I also saw that
wanted him, and that terrified me. What frightened me more was that deep
I knew that he had come to understand you better in a few days than I
years. His presence allowed me to see all of who you were; but I said
expected you to go to him, I gave you opportunity. You surprised me by
I sought you out, I tried to get you to see how much I cared; and fate
intervened. You gave your life so that we might live. That was when I
know what it is to truly love someone.
You came back to me and I thought I would die if I lost you again. I
my soul to you, but you didn't hear me. I knew you couldn't, I wasn't
have you hear yet.
When you awoke you were different; but still very much the same. I
realize it then, what the change was. You had become a woman. You
to wait for me, you weren't going to ask me what to do. You still loved
though, I knew you did; but our roles had been reversed. It was you who
out, you who didn't want to share what was in your soul.
I didn't know there was so much pain inside you. I wish I had, things
I tried to reach out to you and you pushed me away, then pulled me back.
keeping me at a safe distance. You didn't know that every time you
near, a part of me was left with you and a little bit of you with me.
Then you were gone and I shut down my heart, refusing to even
loss of you. The others thought I was cold, cruel, unfeeling - they
had never really loved you. They didn't know I had loved you too much. I
even know myself.
Time passed and I started crawling out of my shell, as you had taught
didn't feel like I was betraying you when I started seeing another
woman, I felt
like I was honoring you and the gift of life you had imparted to me. If
hadn't been for you, I would have never learned to live.
I found out that it had all been a mistake. You were alive; but far from
although I did not know it then. Something was eating away at you,
This is when I finally realized what love was and I told you, I opened
you, and for awhile, you did the same. I have never been happier.
You told me things that were happening to you, things that scared you. I
them seriously, not seriously enough. I never dreamed that something so
could happen to you, could have been done to you.
You were twisted by evil, made evil; but I never believed that you were
Through it all I could see your soul; and while it became almost
blackened by the darkness, I never lost sight of the shining center of
struggling to survive as you drowned. I was desperate to save you and I
couldn't. It broke my heart.
They said you had to die. God help me, a part of me agreed. I stood up
stood by you, as you would have done for me. They said I was blinded by
They were wrong. I have never seen more clearly.
Again, you kept things from me. Why? Why didn't you tell me that you had
your mind then about what you would do? Why didn't you let me help you
beginning? I will never understand what made you think you had to hide
why you thought you'd disappoint me, what made you think you weren't
for me. My love, I was the one who didn't deserve you.
You lost control and the leader part of me reacted, knowing you had to
down; but my heart screamed as I tried to destroy you. You never gave me
Why? I wake in the middle of the night, soaked in sweat, the last images
before you killed yourself forever branded in my mind, the question
'Why?' on my
Why? I might never know. I hope that one day I can at least understand.
what you were going through, how helpless you were, how desperate, how
I cry for you, since I can no longer cry with you.
I promise you that I will do more than cry. I will live. You gave me so
and I feel as if I gave you nothing; so I will use what you instilled in
learn to be happy, learn to let others in. You were the first to touch
but you will not be the last. I will be your legacy, I will remind
was good and true in you by example. You forever changed me; and even if
lived a thousand years I wouldn't have been able to repay you.
A poet once said that lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in
That was true for you and I.
It still is.