Love letter # 7
… and in a blinding, beautiful flash – you.
You have changed me. Perhaps you did not mean to – but you have. Not that I was bad before – just a fool who knew nothing. Now at least I am a fool who knows you.
Everything is clear now – if a little raw. The light is sharp sometimes. The heights are airless. And flying always contains the lure of falling. But those who will not fly are grounded. They have the dirt and nothing more.
Even if I am left with only the memory of you it will be a good deal more than old rock. For sure, it will be diamonds.