Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as a means of escape.
The elements are so easy to love, they compress everything into a drop, a flame, a rock, a breeze. I love every mountain when I love this struggling pebble. Smooth and kissable. I love everything when I love you. I love you. I love everything
Because of you, each day is a melon slice
smelling sweetly of earth.
Because of you, all fruits reach out to me
as if I were the sun.
Thanks to you, I live on the honey of hope.
∆ Nazim Hikmet, opening lines to “Because of You,” American Poetry Review (vol. 31, no. 1, January/Feburary 2002)
How different things might be if, rather than saying "I think I'm in love", we were saying "I think I've connected with someone in a way that makes me think I'm on the way to knowing love"