Memory is fleeting. And so we try to capture the past and the present. A face in a crowd, the light of the moon. Things one cannot hold on to.
Monday, February 25, 2002
"And when you thought it fit, the next moment you realize that you have stolen time from her, and that she isn't meant for you. That from the start she belonged to someone else. Her soul remains her own always, but her heart will never be hers alone. She loves for herself and lives for that love. Take it one day at a time. Make it happen today because something else was meant for tomorrow. And even if it didn't fit correctly, it must have felt like it did. At that moment you felt the perfection of your touch, then it must've been right. If only for a few hours, minutes, seconds, moments-- there was something right, then hold it in your memory and whatever happens next will never destroy the goodness of your brief episode of closeness. In the morning when you wake up, you will feel that she feels there was nothing, but there will always be something. The most casual of encounters can create the most romantic of experiences. It takes a few seconds to instantly like someone but it takes the length of an enternity to be truly in love."
I like stories. Whether they're of random strangers or close friends, people's stories hold me spellbound.
Every story leads us to an insight: Who are we? Why do we do the things we do? Why are we here, and not there?
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