Every once in a while you meet someone and fall in love with them. This is often very inconvenient. It happens to me all the time. My life (even oh yes in America) is full of inconveniences.
Uncomfortable pause.
But see, here's the thing. Yes - there is an art to falling in love properly and on that scale I'm more likely a Jackson Pollock (it's meaningful but it's rarely pretty). Disaster is the word I am looking for. But this does not deter me. It is like breathing - a natural reflex.
Every once in a while you meet someone who loves you back. This is rare. Rarer still is being loved back in a convenient way. Times and places are always all wrong. My life (even oh yes in America) is full of inconveniences.
Every once in a while you meet someone you can't touch, or perhaps can't hold the way you'd like to, or for as long as you'd like to. But still, they bring something out in you. Suddenly you're doing pushups again. Or you take another shot at learning to skateboard. This is the secret truth Shakespeare knew, this is what drove Mr. Rogers and his neighborhood. People matter. The love we show and the love people show us matters. This is the crushing weight of the Real that cannot be avoided. Shouldn't be hidden from. Don't work on the antidote.
A little tip of the hat and a thank you to the Universe for inconveniences.
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