Would you mind repeating that Im afraid I might have lost my wits altogether and just hallucinated what Ive longed to hear.

There are so many things that demand to be said. Where did you go Do you ever think about me Youve ruined me. Are you okay But of course I cant say any of that.

She wasnt doing a thing that I could see except standing there leaning on the balcony railing holding the universe together.

Once upon a time there was a boy. He lived in a village that no longer exists in a house that no longer exists on the edge of a field that no longer exists where everything was discovered and everything was possible. A stick could be a sword a pebble could be a diamond a tree a castle. Once upon a time there was a boy who lived in a house across the field from a girl who no longer exists. They made up a thousand games. She was queen and he was king. In the autumn light her hair shone like a crown. They collected the world in small handfuls and when the sky grew dark and they parted with leaves in their hair.Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.

Dont ever think I fell for you or fell over you. I didnt fall in love I rose in it.

It was the pure Language of the World. It required no explanation just as the universe needs none as it travels through endless time. What the boy felt at that moment was that he was in the presence of the only woman in his life and that with no need for words she recognized the same thing. He was more certain of it than of anything in the world. He had been told by his parents and grandparents that he must fall in love and really know a person before becoming committed. But maybe people who felt that way had never learned the universal language. Because when you know that language its easy to understand that someone in the world awaits you whether its in the middle of the desert or in some great city. And when two such people encounter each other and their eyes meet the past and the future become unimportant. There is only that moment and the incredible certainty that everything under the sun has been written by one hand only. It is the hand that evokes love and creates a twin soul for every person in the world. Without such love ones dreams would have no meaning.

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Love like rain can nourish from above drenching couples with soaking joy. But sometimes under the angry heat of life love dries on the surface and must nourish from below tending to its roots keeping itself alive.

There can be no deep disappointment where there is not deep love.

Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.