Oct 13, 2001 - Cambridge, MA

Somehow I am here and full of trust. Love. Whatever happens, happens. As far away as either of us go, I will be okay. Not only “okay” but complete. What we seem to be able to share is so simple and nourishing that it seems like I’d be missing the point to ask if it will last or continue into the distant future. Silly to ask such a thing. Wise to enjoy now. Because even if it does not last, it’s the sweetest love I’ve enjoyed. Whatever the duration, I’ve already known the reward.

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