“If I ever were to lose you, I’d surely lose myself” Someone once asked me, “What does love mean to you?”. Simple as it may seem and yet only a fool would pretend to know the answer to a question of that nature I thought. For what man or woman is capable of stringing together the words necessary to provide such a nuanced response? But am I not human? Am I not allowed to feel? Am I not allowed to have a perspective that is subjectively my own, I wondered, unsure if I wanted to respond at first. We sat in silence until I softly replied. I think love is a great many things. It is the bearer of fruit.…
If Love Was An Hourglass
