March 10

There will be nights when we will be separated by cities, calendars, seasons. On such nights we ache for the warmth of each other’s thoughts and presence. We think that if only we were next to each other life would be more tolerable and the world less indimidating. But our love isn’t of this world, my dear. And it doesn’t know time, matter, or space. These distances do not belong to us. We never grew out of or apart from each other.

Tonight our love is sufficient.


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