“It’s like a diamond inside a three-dimensional circle. Once you speak about it, it moves.”
The opening salvo in our love language. An esoteric, deeply meaningful, confusing, ambiguous, magical experience — romantic love. We begin and end with conversation, no matter how hard, confusing, or tedious.
It’s not the heads or tails — I’m concerned with the edge.
We took each kernel of pain and joy. We examined them together, our hands mingling, among the grains of sand. Tumble and fumbling, around and around, until each grain is polished into pearls.
Our language becomes touch, and touch becomes a lifelong commitment to partnership.
Memory From Sitting on the Stoop, Talking To My Lover (29 years old).
Soundtrack: The Pearl, EmmyLou Harris