Confession .717

When I pray before I go to sleep, I can’t help but think of you.

Dedication: to You.

The song for the rest of the year.

That’s what I’m talking about!

“She hurt my friend. She needs to be punished.” – Wilson to House about Cuddy moving in with Lucas aka PI Guy.

That’s what I’m talking about. That’s what I mean. A friend. A defender. A knight-in-shining armor.

The last few weeks that I have been advocating for what seemed like a dead society of chivalry, House knew exactly what I meant. You needn’t have kicked his ass. Just a verbal ear-boxing would have been sufficient. Just to defend my honor. Even if I was the one who let myself get hurt.

But instead I was just left alone. Left alone to fend for myself. Had it been you, I would have let you make the mistake, but I would have been there afterwards to kiss you where it hurt.

I know what it’s about.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

Confession .716

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart.
This year, I am giving it to someone special.
The best one ever.