Event Horizon

I didn’t want to leave this morning. You looked at me with beguiling eyes and I felt your gravitational pull - as if I’d crossed what is known in cosmic-speak as the “event horizon”. Yet, I had to – duty calls and one must be responsible in an irresponsible world. Someday you’ll learn about responsibility and sacrifice – virtues bestowed upon the masses, yet few are they who hone those qualities and “sharpen their knives”.

It has certainly been a whirlwind as of late. Days blur one into the other. Sleep is a privilege. Dare I say, it has been some of the most interesting weeks of my life. Between you and me, someday we’ll look back and laugh. Perhaps we’ll chat over coffee at a small hamlet in South America. Maybe you’ll be there when I finally gaze at the Eiffel in Paris and reminisce about what could have been.

We’ve gotten to know one another fairly well I suspect, yet there’s so much more to talk about – so much more to share. In the end, it is all about sharing experiences – a sip of coffee, a jazz performance, a crisp morning in the fall here in New England, and so on.

Well, what can I say; I’ve fallen for you in ways I could not imagine. And while you lay there watching me leave to unknown destinations, I long to stay and conversate - I long to spend more time and watch you watching me. I love you Miranda.