It is easy to love from a distance. I can feel the warmth of a body across the room or sitting alone by myself outside. To be forever alone closes in on my fate. I am holding out for perfection, or at least my interpretation of perfection. From a distance I have met what I have been holding out for. As of now I have experienced what it means to be in love, but who knows what real love is. Hell, if we knew divorce wouldn’t exist. How do you stop loving? It makes no sense.
December 16, 1998