How exciting to live in more than one room. She's in her 30s, has a good disposition and makes homemade truffles that are so smooth they make my eyelids flutter. This woman would be a good wife for someone, I think. But then I stop myself. The solitary life isn't always a lonely one.
Love is a force in motion, with a shifting shape and some subtlety.
It might be from an unseen source or a mixture of visible ones, allowing a person to join his or her life completely to an idea or another person equally. Whether he chose his reflexive union early in life or it snuck up on him is another matter. Months later when I call the house, I will learn that dear Red Sox-loving Miss Dooley has departed from this world, leaving her room at the house and her seat at Fenway Park, just as I left my room, empty and waiting for the next occupant. S.E. Molina is a writer living in New York.