Here I am again, awakening at the dawn of reflection. All I feel is love for you. All I see when I open my eyes is you.
Within my love for you lives sadness, for the pain we are sure to impart on one another is great, and very powerful. Powerfully painful… and powerfully fertile ground for seeds waiting to grow from our dirt.
The essence of all great love stories’ beauty lies in the truth and tragedy of the human condition.
Tragic is the lovers’ undying determinism to hold on tightly to a force much bigger, and more fluid, than what any human can grip in their hands. Love must not be held prisoner by the hedonistic desires or frightened fists of humans. If we grab at it, we will miss it. (more…)