When I was younger I was filled with silly thoughts and understanding of true romance. My head was wrapped around in dreams, grandeur, and varied versions of the moment when I would finally meet my equal. At this moment I can say either that I have been delusional or that all along I have held a perfect understanding of realism. There is a great amount of truth that resides in the observation that people seek to fall in love with someone who embodies either what/who they are or something they are missing/want to be; their equal. I believe it. Then again, if you're as lucky as me... there is absolutely no truth to this. Your interest is merely sparked by the quick first impression of what your potential soul mate dawns on you... and then the world unleashes its best kept secret upon you; you are indeed with someone who has surpassed all expectations. You are with the most incredible human being. Surprise.
It doesn't make any sense. Really, is there a catch? Sure, there is the possibility of a shattered, beat-down, broken heart. But it's a rather small price... or actually it's just a rather insignificant matter. Just love and be loved.
The 8th day of another month is approaching yet again. It seems longer than just 8 months. Then again, what is the number 8 but an upside-down infinite symbol?
I'm lack any evidence of the human condition; I am neither expressive or emotional. But somehow, right now, I want to tear up and curl into a ball.
I'm in love...
with him
with the infinite spaces between all matter
with love.
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