Sometimes, despite your best intentions you just fall in love.

Not fall. More become enveloped.

Not suffocated.

More cocooned in a light sheet on a balmy night.

They say the heart has a mind of its own.

But what of its voice?

The voice that whispers…

There’s something real here. Don’t walk away. Not yet.

The voice that shouts…

Be brave. Have courage. Stand your ground.

The voice that keens…

The deepest loss for something that ostensibly never was.

Well, not in this lifetime.

And the mind knows that this is not a figment.

The connection supersedes the rhetoric of that one divine human who is destined to be a human’s all.

No. Not this.

This intrinsically fallible connection.

Taut within seconds severing.

Entwined to last beyond this, and many lifetimes.

This connection is extraordinary.

Not him.

Not I.

But the connection itself.

An arras of wanting and not wanting.

Of exceptional chemistry beneath remarkable restraint.

A recognition of soul the commands respect.

The pinnacle of deep democracy.

You be you. And I’ll be me.

Our us will be what it will be.

How very curious indeed.