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true love early on a Sunday evening, I sit here watching 'What Women Want' and my roommate says, I'm offline in case you want to check mail' (online working on a website since around noon) and so I click online and download mail and there you are with a link and I go there and there I am and here I am... breathless... and I am child at your feet, melted by the mere mention of my name by your fingertips... am I so easy, so lonely?... ah, but one does not become filled with years of loneliness by being easy to please or comfort or satisfy or melt... I am the winged sprite sprinkling mischievous smiles and tender comforts to hearts still believing in love... and I am grown... and my defenses and the stuff that holds me together have kept me alive and I hope, still healthy inside, through experiences that I doubt anyone really wants to hear about even as fictions... my glue is crazy, super, permanent when I want it to be... and yet I know the secret, the magic, the solvent... I want to melt so much that I always - I mean every moment I am conscious of living and breathing and probably every moment I am not conscious as well) seek the one I can silently and ethereally hand that solvent to... it could be anyone who hungers as much as I do, but better that it be someone who shares core interests and philosophies and ideals... and how do we know who this is?... an instinct when we look into someone's eyes is a start, perhaps, but much more, time... time to observe, to explore, to share... time in shared space... and we hope it is honesty, uninhibited openness, the true self that is shared... vulnerability, nakedness, defenselessness... when these things are shared, two either become true friends or true loves, ethereal or physical or a combination, soulmates in whatever way they agree to share... I wish you were here to know better, to share time in space... thank you for calling me your dear... that scares me... previous - - - - - - - - next - - - - - - - - comment? - - - - - - - -
I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |