My irreplaceable - part 1

Some people you just miss. You know who I'm talking about. It's hard to explain why, but no one fills their shoes. The easiest way for me to say it is she's my irreplaceable. We all have one. She's mine.

There is no one like her on God's green earth. There will never be another like her. What she is made of must have been plucked from the stars and the moon and the fire in a lion's heart. 

She's like the first time you tied your own shoes. She's like your first kiss. She's your forever and your always. She's what makes you come home every night, the sweetness of your sleep, the marrow in your bones, the future and the past and everything in between. She's that thing you get once in your life, and, if you hang onto her, you get to keep her forever.

She's like your first car. Like your first time having sex. Like your first stereo that broke. But that's the one you wanted, so you got another one just like it, and it broke too. Even her brokenness cannot deter you. Even her weakness makes her look strong. She's what your stubborn heart is set on, like you are rusted into her, frozen that way. 

She's what you prayed for. She's glorious — the way she looks at you — what her eyes say without ever saying a word. She is perfect, complete, and powerful — like a glistening rainbow after the storm took your breath away. She's like that. She takes your breath away. 



She is like a blue diamond, but one that walks and talks and smiles and ... oh, that smile. It makes me weak just thinking about it. A smile like that changes a man, rearranges him inside, makes him strong where he's weak and weak where he's strong. That smile cracks open this man, cracks him wide open while she walks right in — yes — like she owns the place.

She is the one who humbled me in love, who seemingly without trying caused me to both cry because she was gone and thank God He let me have her for even a moment.  

You may say I love her because I don't really know her. But I love her because I know her. I see her weak parts. I see the broken parts. I see what she tries to hide. But she can't hide anything with eyes like that. For me, she unravels, though she tries to tuck it in tight. She may not say it with her mouth, but my heart hears it. It hears her thoughts, her worries, her trueness. Her heart may not say what I want it to say, but I hear it just the same. There is no hiding from a heart that loves.

She may never belong to me. But she will always be my irreplaceable.