Love is so simple when we are three. We say, "I love you" and mean it with every fiber in our little being. It is only right that this love should grow and grow and grow until when you get to my age it is overwhelmingly enormous.
Love that becomes categorically placed for years, so that the right amount filters out to the appropriate person, begins to dissolve and as it thins out becomes so potent and strong that it's blessings bring a glow to everything. How is it possible I feel so full?
The threads of me woven in and out of the threads of you make us such a beautiful One that all else simply blends in. We are One. I am You. Through you I am enriched in ways that would be impossible if we were not one. We rise and fall with the breath of the ages, flowing in and out of each other without even shaking hands and as the ocean backs out into eternity we float -- not side by side, or one over the other, but as one...
Simply in this moment...
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