When I say I super love you, my heart is constricted and stressed. I say it as a matter of survival. I say this to my disconnected body, my aching body, my beautiful body.
When I say I super love you, I say it to my beautiful husband, my near husband, my far-away husband. I say it as a matter of survival, a matter of fact. I need to say it, I want to say it.
When I say it, I see it.
As true as it was, it becomes more true.
What more could I see if I said it to anyone or anything?
What more could be true if I said it to anyone or anything?
Everyone and everything?
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