Yesterday, I had the privilege to watch one of my closest friends, a person who has become, and so now is, a brother to me, marry the woman that he loves. The most curious thing about it, the best thing, really, was that it was simply that: he married the woman he loves. Not “loves” [fill … Continue reading
She’s somewhere not with me right now, not tonight. Her voice isn’t on the other end of the line; not the raspy sound of her drawing a deep breath; not the snuffles as she holds back the looming sleepiness; not the comfort of being fully known to another soul.
This is the thing she could not do for me: be unafraid. We could talk about the weather.
The moment my friends tell me, after an evening out or a great weekend, that they want their spouse, partner, girlfriend, boyfriend, lover, paramour, crush, et al. to be like me, they diminish themselves in my eyes. I say this not meanly but honestly.
On Saturday, I looked around, in my house, and it had become home. The very walls were alive, echoing of laughter and voices and a joyful noise – it was filled with that joyful noise, of bonhomie and friendship, the bonds of humanity, a grand synergy that only comes from love, respect, and true affection.
This weekend, I took an early morning walk with a friend. We traversed streets and avenues, deep in conversation about “serious things” of which there is often little active public forum in which to discuss. Our bodies, our heads, were bowed towards each other, intent upon the speaking and the listening, aware of even the … Continue reading
“Don’t admire me. Respect me, yes, but don’t look up to me — look at me! I’m not a clever character in a book or a play; I’m not a statue or a god; I’m not anything more than anybody else. I’m a person, a person who works hard, tries hard, and gets lucky, same … Continue reading
We are approaching a crucible, you and I, and I fear that everything we have worked for in the past two years is at risk. We are putting our lives at risk and for what, for what, I dare not say. This struggle of ours may destroy us both.
C— was, at that time of my short, short life, the love of that short, short life.