Today, I searched high and low for this picture, taken a few years ago.
I remembered the simplicity and the juxtaposition of what was real and what was not.
Today, this day, personally, I am trying to understand the difference, for the line between the two has disappeared.
I have learned that there are different kinds of love … specifically love that nurtures, like the obvious, a mother to a child.
Then, there is passion disguised as love slowly tearing down what self-respect and pride you brought into a relationship, so that towards the end of your life, (if you are lucky and strong to have an end), you “abandon” the one you love to justifiably seek your own recovery and wish well the other’s healing.
We had the best of times and the worst of times. (Paraphrased from a Tale of Two Cities ... to make you proud!)
You have a tender part of my heart set aside and I will always love you.
Gin and Tonic at Casa Fuster, Barcelona
4 days ago