jaded guys do blush (...and gloat and gush)

Sometimes, you never know who reads your blogs. Today, the revelation has pretty much made my day. My ENTIRE month, if you will. See, I've been feeling like a loser more than occasionally for the past several months and it really feels good to know that there's someone out there who can relate to all my rants and raves. I'm so touched by his blog that I have to gloat.

You can count on this to be on my list of the sweetest gifts I've ever received.

I can only hope that this wonderful man knows that I've admired him just as much and for as long as I've known him. If you ever have a chance to read his entries, you'll definitely be in for a treat. He has very insightful thoughts that he expresses very eloquenty (but never highfalutin). He writes about things I can't find the words to write on my own, much less make it sound like poetry:

"We have both seen the days when we were out and open with what we have to give, when we were wearing our gift on our sleeves for everyone to grab as they pleased. We have both lit a candle in reverence to their memory. We both suffer from the consequences night after night when the light of that incandescent candle stings our eyes and takes our sleep. We both know the ending to this, and that we are moving in circles around the electricity the streets provide us with, not knowing if tonight there will be a key, or a lock, or a door and some warmth behind it. "

You never cease to amaze me, Gerd. I believe you when you say "beauty makes us vulnerable." In my case, your beauty doesn't stop at breaking down my barrier. It goes further by comforting me. You are a constant reminder of why I choose to be honest with my thoughts and how I express them. I may perhaps be the most conflicted and flawed individual I know but I can still feel blessed because there's someone out there who really understands.

The way my life has been lately, I can't ask for more.

I am indeed spoiled by the likes of you. I may not put it as eloquently as you have for me, but do know I am beyond grateful for your kindness and your friendship. You sure do know how to make this jaded, i've-heard-it-all-before New Yorker blush.