Somehow I think that we are thousands of miles apart and yet intimately communing together throughout the day. Not in the tired rituals of daily life, though there was a time I couldn’t cook food because it reminded me of our year long standing dinner appointment. Not in the brushing of teeth or the drinking of water, although you do reside in those places faintly around the edges like seams on pillow. Not in the sleeping or the walking or the writing out of numbers on ticket pads. But something in the way our minds pulse, our blood moves, our human condition beats like teletype through the substance of existence. So I’m reminded of your immediacy when my heart thuds and squeezes while I’m driving over the bridge to work. So I’m updated on your truth as I stop to bite my lip, thinking of your face and hands.
When you love someone deeply, there exists a state wherein everything is true and nothing is true. You are near and far, knowable and unknowable, accessible and unreachable, real and non-material, but always loved loved loved.
