Love letter # 521

If forced to say it aloud, I would say that I did not need you. Did not love you. Nor even want you. Yet, in these absences, space for something undefinable. This ineffable attraction, the desire that will not be reduced to its description. Here now, the mystery that draws me to you. The love that transcends declaration, acting out. No, not even a kiss shall contain this beautiful unknowing. Ever the stranger, we reach out for our love without the act of grasping – for to hold is to crush. Only in the soft breath of mist can we hope to find our way.

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