The older I get, the more I find that you can only live with beings who liberate you, and who love you with an affection that is as light to bear as it is strong to feel... This is how I am your friend, I love your happiness, your freedom, your adventure... and I would like to be for you the companion you are sure of, always.
“Poets and artists live on frontiers. They have no feedback, only feedforward. They have no identities. They are probes.”
– Marshal McLuhan
…the first few moments each time when we met and were overcome with passion, shyness, and the shock of being so disturbed by each other’s presence. We had even searched in our dictionaries for words to convey the specialness of our regard for each other. He came up with "cense," which meant to adore or cover with the perfume of love. It was a most appropriate word, and we used it over and over again.
| Edna O’Brien, from “The Love Object,” A Fanatic Heart: Selected Stories (FSG, 2008)
Love hides in questions, you cannot ask a thing without giving yourself away. How was your day? (I hope it was good) When can I see you again? (I pray it's soon) Do you feel safe with me? (I feel safe with you) What is your favorite color (i wish to enrobe you with all that makes you smile)