http://kurosawabride.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] kurosawabride.livejournal.com) wrote on August 5th, 2008 at 04:34 pm
because I promised a constructive review :P
There are times when I feel like nothing more than a spirit, caught in limbo, wandering through an oversized mausoleum, as I go through the daily motions of continuing to live in this once-to-small house, and I consider moving. And then I’ll catch just a hint, barely there anymore, of your scent, in your pillow, on the couch, and I could never leave.

I think this is beautiful. When we lose something, sometimes we just want to escape to a place where there's nothing that reminds us of our loss and at the same time, we're suckers for pain and when we catch just a HINT of that memory, we find ourselves inevitably stuck. This is a very real human situation and you described it very well - the feeling of being in limbo when dealing with a huge loss.

Because, you were right about me being “the girl”, and you were constantly comforting me or trying to drive away my fears and doubts and insecurities. Only now that you’re gone do I realize how very much simply letting you do those things for me helped you in return.

I like this part. Sometimes when being with someone, we feel we might be a tad too selfish and think that we're not doing enough for them in spite of their reassurances. But there are others who like to feel needed and letting them feel needed helps them in their own insecurities.

People say that when the one you love dies, they take a piece of you with them. I disagree with that. You didn’t take a piece of me with you. You took all of me.

The hardest part about losing someone you deeply care about is feeling like you've lost all of yourself especially when you DID give all of your heart to that person. I think that your Hyde would have been the type who, once you get past his emotional insecurities and reassure him, gives his all in a relationship. This is a testament to how much he loved hide and what hide was to him.

No, remembering isn’t hard. It’s the times that I forget.

This particular sentence broke my heart. Because it IS true. When we lose someone, it's like a constant struggle to remind ourselves that no, they're not physically with us anymore and we can easily get lost in the routines we shared with them and forget.

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Now, because I also promised that I'd be constructive... yes, I agree with you that this is short. :P It's not a bad thing, no. But I think, given your talent in writing, you could expound a little more on this piece. I'm not saying there should be dramatic flashback scenes and all but it would have been nice if there was more introspection from Hyde since he IS the type to brood. xD;; I felt this was cut short, but I realize that it's a songfic and songfics are...very difficult creatures. XD;;

And I will tell you to stop beating yourself up. You did a good job. Hell, I can't say I win at angst, especially not since I know there are people like you who can write good angst. =P
 
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