a lover doesn’t figure the odds. he figures he came clean from god as a gift without a reason, so he gives without cause or calculation or limit. a conventionally religious person behaves a certain way to achieve salvation. a lover gambles everything, the self, the circle around the zero! he or she cuts and [...]
(love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation) it’s one year later, and i still can’t believe how lucky i was to share sixteen years of my life with the siamese cat i called chloe. one look into her piercing azure eyes that november day in 1993, and i was hooked. she [...]
from the archives (my favourite post from 2008) words how do you sum up a relationship in words? years of falling asleep together, laughing together, building a life together — are there words enough to say what it all meant? perhaps just this: it mattered. you mattered. we mattered. no, it didn’t last forever. no, [...]
let your love be like the misty rains, coming softly, but flooding the river. (malagasy proverb)
dear m.e.w., on this day, ten years ago, we were to be married — i thee wed, till death do us part, throw the rice — it was to be our day, our beginning, but it never happened. i pause today to remember and to say some of the things i couldn’t say, all those [...]
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