Whenever someone uses the initials P.C. to mean Politically Correct, I still think they re talking about personal computers. My heart and soul could die from overexposure to sadness and grief and loss, and I would never know they were gone until it was too late. I ve cried so much for so long that tears are as natural as breathing. Most lives are spent like Plato s shadows on the cave wall, ephemeral, unconnected and unconnecting, as vagrant and insubstantial as reflections in water. But when two minds and souls and bodies truly fuse, a reality like no other is created.
Most people spend their whole lives seeking that kind of connection.
Most never find it. But you're not safe at all, are you from what you try so hard not to feel I was transported for a magical moment to a world that used to be. That made the real world both better and worse when I returned to it. Better because love remembered can be a balm for pain. Worse, because I know it will never exist again.