Posted: Apr 12, 2008, 6:40 AM CST
Once I sat two feet away from someone on a couch, and might as well have been in another galaxy, so distance is another of those things with relatives,
I had a totally head- over- heels, heartpoundingly dizzy on line and phone calls with someone from Sardinia. I learned to read and write (not speak) Italian and my poetry became Romantic, my letters erotic.
He came to NY (where I lived at the time) and we had a wonderful three days. At dinner on the fourth day he got a little tipsy. At dinner on the fifth day he drank two bottles of wine and when we got home he got agitated and I sat very very still as he held my throat with both hands and spoke at considerable length.
I suspect he was telling me of a lost love or his miserable childhood. I do not actually know, because he was whispering for the most part. And speaking Italian.
There was no sixth night, and he was very puzzled as he clearly had no memory of doing anything that might have a negative effect on my attitude.
I have never been cured of 'in love' quite so quickly before, it usually took a couple of weeks for the fairy dust to rub off. (I do not consider 'in love' to be 'true love', that is stage two).
I did get some interesting hybrid poems, and might even have gained some emotional depth from the experience so I am glad I did not shut myself off from it.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
The only way to fail, is never to try.
and...
What? You wanna live forever?
Three things I read that have stayed with me. They do not work for everyone but I like them.