The Decision to Touch

I have come to believe that the human touch is special because it is not instinctive.  Rather, it can be controlled, reined in, despite all these passionate urges within.  These urges trick your mind into extending your finger toward another human being’s skin and exploring every inch of their tenderness.  But you know you can…

On Loving Someone Deeply

Dear Love, My melancholy and my rational sides are constantly at war, two very potent forces, neither right nor wrong.  And they tell me two very different versions of reality: that I am physically alone and that I am never truly alone.  At this point, I admit that I don’t know which side to believe.…

On Pride

Dear Love, Pride manifests and disguises itself in many ways.  Like fear.  Fear makes us think of loss, especially the loss of our own happiness.  Fear also makes us suspicious of our happiness.  Fear traps us into a bubble of our own self-directed thoughts, never seeing the wonderful things in us and outside us.  It…

On the Opposite of Love

Dear Love, The older I get, the more I am inclined to believe that the opposite of love is not simply hate but pride.  Pride is unreasonable and volatile self-love when love should be selfless.  An unconditional selflessness. Love is something that you give, not something you demand, not even something that you give back…

The Anticipation

And now I cannot keep still for the waiting’s too long and the passions too hot the night too bitter the cold too dark. I stare at this boundless velvet ceiling and see an eternity and an emptiness and an expanse all at the same time I try to keep it in, to keep the…