Jumbled Thoughts on a Saturday Morning

an easy slow morning. i am reading my favorite magazine. again, people write about love, loss, temptation, grief. as is always the case when i read the words from this magazine, i cry openly and i shake uncontrollably, not knowing when my face would dry.

nothing makes sense to me, you know? sure, i have said to you that everything between us makes sense. but but but, this magic (damn i hate it when i cannot come up with words to say what it is that i feel) is... well, where did it come from? we have lived a life separate from each other, in our own ways, looking for evidence that love exists in the way that we believe it should be, between two people.

i recognize what it is that these writers try to explain to me. they are telling me about the evidence that they have collected. i used to think that love is not the same for every one. i used to think that our peculiarities twist and stretch love to fit our beings.

now, i think that there is one love. whatever love is. whatever love means.