Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists.
When we are parted, I feel the lack of the other half of myself.
I am incomplete like a book in two volumes
of which the first has been lost.
That is what I imagine love to be :
… incompleteness in absence …
@Dan – never plan but it happened anyway ...
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