Day 0614

Are perfect love and perfect eroticism totally different things or the same thing?
I have a feeling they may be the same, but that love is (hopefully) long and eroticism is more momentary – so intense and specific, it can’t last.
To me, being looked at – being seen by someone and wanted, that is erotic.
But these are also the ingredients of love.
Not having to speak. Talking with eyes and touch and sound that does not contain words – that is erotic.
Being comfortable in shared silence is love.
Being vulnerable and yet utterly safe; that is erotic.
And it is my definition of love.
So are they the same thing?
Is that perfect erotic moment the rabbit that the greyhound of love is chasing?
Wouldn’t that make it clear why people mistake erotic moments for love? Why a lover’s eyes staring into you, taking in your core, your liquid, skin covered being can look and feel like love. Even when it is just a moment’s happenstance? A moment stolen – literally – from another that feels magically connected and connecting?

Day 0193

I love a good memory. Probably because I’m a bit of a sentimentalist but also because collecting them and storing them gives life the richness it needs to keep going forward.

And I’m a romantic too.

Hopeless really.

Even the worst end to a relationship doesn’t erase for me That Moment: that one right there at the time when my heart realises that someone I care about cares about me too; that I’m not the only one looking up at a full moon dreaming of time spent in the company of someone else’s warmth and mind.

That Moment where your blood pumps so hard that you feel like you’re levitating just a bit.

And all the possibilities are in front of you, like a warm pool of soft water beckoning you quietly to dive, dive, dive in. And enjoy.