I Love You

Today, I stood in my grandmother’s kitchen and I--with closed eyes--said aloud, “I love you.” I was shocked by the very words I whispered. I heard myself say that tried old phase without even being conscious of the thought of those words. Yet, saying these words to an empty room in the midst of late night hours, I still knew deep inside of my being she heard it as well as I, if not more fully. Miles between and years after--distance and time never truly weakens a connection of the souls, which process love; it only prolongs the anticipation of those two souls, for strengthening their resolve to reunify.

I stood there for a while longer (bewildered by the inter-workings of my subconscious). I questioned what I said and why I would feel an overwhelming and spontaneous urge to say what I said. The answer is not transparent, but at the same time, very apparent to itself. She and I were once lovers--lovers of life, lovers of each other, and lovers of love. Time stood still because our love demanded it. Time stood still because the only thing that mattered was not something based in and of this world or explained in and of logical reasoning, yet it was something deeply rooted in predestined, primal mysticism.


Some writings take time before they grow on you, and this is one of those writings. It has been laying around for two or three months, and today I stumbled across it, read over it, and liked it enough to post it. I was needing something for a post anyway, so it worked out. In the quiet hours of the night, we find ourselves often alone with our deepest feelings; this is a experience that most hide from whilst a few long for those quiet hours.