Dear You,

There remained six, but this left only five, and yet the work of six must endure. My love for you was never a choice, but an invitation, one I rsvp’d to in many other lifetimes. I do not love selflessly – a curse to the discipline of nature, yet a reflection of the struggle to align with one’s only true resource – the spirit. Whatever the body produces is first studied by the mind, but if I choose to rest idly in philosophy when surrounded by the wisdom of a vast library, then it is there they I will die, seeking the infinite within the finite and lacking courage to step beyond the page.

There remains questionable value in the bridges my words build if the weight of those who cross is heavier than our collective potential to grow. To love selflessly is to be freed from transient anchors, elevating others in an embrace to rise toward the eternal, and strengthened by the soul’s resolve. It is there that the constraint of moments are abandoned, and where time no longer defines or restricts the reach of tenderness.

Love,
Me