I fell in deep that summer…and realized I had never truly known love until then…and like so much in a young mans world shed many certainties for the truth. A hard fall that shatters the preoccupation of a youthful arrogance and imagination…and you realize your own imperfections and that there is not enough water in all the oceans to wash your sins away…that there is nothing all those angels in the ground can change – except for the one sitting across from you. It feels like my very soul hangs in the balance and the most terrifying thing I can imagine is losing her gaze – the one she has just for me…a gift that I just can’t think of giving up…even for just a second for fear of loosing everything she has become to me. She is seductive and beautiful and fragile all at once…I realize immediately she is much more clever and passionate than I…and I am not sure what I bring to the table exactly – both literally and figuratively. Still, there she is across from me – with me. This is the moment when my love becomes eternal and forever…over bread, high in the mountains in August…in a hotel lounge where we laugh about not being able to afford a single item on the menu. This is where my heart landed and has been ever since…and saved me from myself I think.
“A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.” – Omar Khayyam