"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."
"For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation."
"The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things."
This time for us is beautiful and I am spilling gratitude, we have come so far, but I stand in the lingering shadows of the morning's first breath of light and I am full of a fire I cannot share with you, a need that you will not feel for an unspecified, unlabeled amount of months, weeks, years (because timelines are for people who can't embrace seizing the day) and I will learn to let go, because that's what you do in times like these. That's what you do as a human that loves another. I have been defeated--you will say, that's not the attitude to take, but the night has fled and I have left my bed and still I feel a shrieking ache that is my own to keep and grow into. You cannot take that from me. Behind these walls is a fortress that needs protecting, and you cannot take that from me, even in the most bloody of battles when vulnerability is a warrior lacking armor barreling into the line of fire with a shit-eating grin on his face. This fortress is my solitude, it is a home built for bearing and receiving, and as I learn to let go you will learn to accept and scale the stone as another challenge, because that is what you do as a human that loves another.
