... the illusion of: safety, future, intimacy, OJ, wind, water, sun, trees, webcam, time, desire, waiting, and more time waiting, cryptic caress of the ring finger, open window, open promise of making me a parent, silent phone, sound of furniture being pushed - and of nothing else - on the phone, faith, hope, wings, meatballs, order, counting, shopping, tulips, cherries, pizza, cuts, scars, accident of the core, cortisol, more cortisol than blood running through the veins.
It took all this time to come to terms that whatever it was, it was just as precious as if it was genuine. We take things imperfect, and we facet them into what matters. Unless we don't want to.
