Well katz n kittenz, a whole 24 hours in advance...
Happy Valentine's Day!!

This freelance is not your usual Valentine freelance. In fact, it speaks more of the circumstance that I went through; and how much I hope I would ring in this year's Vday with someone special. And in a warped sense, I still will ring it in with someone special; it just won't be the way I want it to be.
In any event, I may still posts some more ramblings later on in the week. But in the meantime, from the other side...

A Part of Me

This female discovered a part of me
a touched-and-I-feel-whole part of me
yet before I could believe this part of me
She disappeared and took a part of me.
I went around the world for a part of me
I cried and dreamed for that part of me
I didn't even know that part of me
and now I'm praying to God for that part of me.

I couldn't understand for the better part of me
why someone would just steal a part of me
without even that platonic "pardon me"
And now it has sickened me
to find just another part of me.
I called the female for my part of me
And received no response from that part of me
and I was forced to be with the worst part of me
that guilt-ridden-pain-driven part of me,
until I was reacquainted with the square-oned part of me.

Sun rays from the skies touched a part of me
A familiar face then reached and whispered to me:
An old friend asked your part of me
for someone "for one night to be with me
to understand and comfort me."
And I want YOU to act on behalf of me.
I then concluded that it was the Better part of me
And for no reason at all, I started to listen to me.
I bought gifts and cheesecake and wine... for me
walked a thousand miles to her... for me
Through two feet of snow, sleet, and hail... for me
And I wished her happy number 30... for me
There truly was no better reason than "for me"
because I can't explain it for the life of me
why I'd go through all of that, other than for me.

In the midst of her celebration, she leaned on me
I mean, she broke down and cried to me.
I said "whatever is bothering you, please tell me."
Within seconds, she virtually bore her heart to me
Flashbacks occurred, all she said was familiar to me
It sounds like exactly what happened... to me,
When that wretched female took that part of me!
For whatever reason, which now is apparent to me,
I told her what had happened to me
and in effect, I gave her another part of me
the somethings-which-I-just-don't-tell part of me
In the end, hugs and kisses were bestowed to me
And I left my close friend's house, an even better me.

It felt like the perfect exchange to me,
a piece of me for the stolen part of me
I called the female, to say that I found that part of me
But in truth, I still want you to be with me...
The line was disconnected, unbeknownst to me
now more than ever, she becomes a mystery to me
as though she was an imagined part of me
just to show me that I do love me,
and that someone will soon love all the parts of me.