A love note to my true love, one whom I yet haven't met:
When I first met you, I remember the curious feeling that my heart was playing Beethoven's Ninth Symphony full blast, but I couldn't hear a note of it. Not only was I lost when I looked in your eyes, but I was completely naked and running in two different directions at the same time. I was running towards you, naturally, because you were so right it was like a dream. I was running away because you were so right I was terrified.
I knew from the beginning the only way to hold onto you was to let you go — if you were not free, I would not have you at all, only the shadow your spirit left when it flew away. And from the beginning, when I was with you, it was as if there was no time at all: that forever passed every day, sometimes every moment. There's more I want to say, but I just thought you should know this stuff right now, before this forever passes.
(I know this is no dream, by the way. This was all imagined by a greater dreamer than I ever was.
There is one thing that I must know, now that we're here: what took you so long to find me?)
Jen
4:42am monday, 3rd february
How can I find you if you're still hiding?
Jen
4:46am monday, 3rd february
How can you be found if you're still hiding. That was beautiful...
Jen