Me Explaining Things as if I Was in Love With You
+ Yet Another Love Letter to Send to Your Mysterious Person
Yet Another Love Letter:
We had met at a time when things made much more sense in our little pocket of the world. The places seemed round as opposed to gray and diagonally slanted across some open space.
The people around us would listen when you had something to say. When you spoke, it carried a volume through the ink around you, and no one would cut the wavelength short to fit inside their subtle understanding of the world.
I asked her, “Am I a man? Or am I a person who is dying?”
She said that the day on which I die, she will take a bite of a freshly picked apple, she will give me the rest, to take with me to my grave. And out from the place I am buried, will emerge a tree with the forbidden fruit blossoming every fall. And she will be the only one brave enough to eat it.
Me Explaining Things as if I Was in Love With You:
(Inspired by this text which I found under a post titled something along the lines of, “Things that make me feel God”).
If you asked me to explain to you the cycles of the seasons,
I would say,
“Dying is the crux of all life. Dying is the resolve of the living. And so we practice letting go. For if we get to let go, this means that we got the privilege to hold something in the first place. If we die, that means that we must have lived too.”
If you asked me to explain how the bread will rise in the oven,
I would say,