The meeting

- I ask myself to whom I may turn and think of you, my friend..
.. the unwitting cause of all this grief.

- I shant forget the first glimpse of your form illuminated as it was by flashes of sunlight. I have dreamt nightly of your face.. and walked the landscape of my life with the rhythms of your writing.. ringing in my ears.

- I shall never forget our shining progress towards one another. Never have I felt such a concentration of my entire being. I cannot let you burn me up. Nor can I resist you. No mere human can stand in a fire and and not be consumed.