Friday, June 22, 2012
"I love you." Words carry the idea of love, as if language made truth. In the idea of love, loss has yet to happen. In the idea of love, the form, the costume of connection is held up to the mirror -- perfect in every way. But love lives in the intention, the commitment to reach across vast distances. Love waits for word when word never comes, writes the letter that has nowhere to go, holds forever what is already gone.