Today is November 3rd,
and I'm thinking about how we all want
to be known,
to be loved.
We all wish for those intimate conversations
that never seem to end, conversations that don't
require effort.
I think it should be that way, but as you get older and
keep trying with these "intimate conversations"
you realize that it's hard to find that one person
to have it with.
We all want that someone to not just debate with,
but to talk about the colors in the fall time or
how short life sometimes feels.
I feel that it is in these moments of intimacy
when people fall in love.
It's all honesty, no bullshit.
And yet, we keep trying to achieve the perfect
"intimate conversation" like in the movies- hoping
their magic will rub off on us.
In trying to achieve it, don't we lose out on the
authenticity of intimacy?
To be intimate, truly intimate, there is honesty,
there is authenticity.
And despite everything, that's what I felt when I was with you.
If I never see you again, thank you for reigniting the flame to my
life's passions.
If we do, I'll see you in Positano.