i am on a writing binge. i can´t let go of this. it possesses my mind. i feel like i have touched on something that has been sleeping for too long. nearly thought it be impossible to return to this. that love could be something so beautiful. that it doesn´t have to be so painful. that it could be the way we dreamt it. i know that the fact we dreamt and never let it happen was painful in and as of itself but it seems i had even gone past the dreaming stage. there was nothing in me that connected the idea of love to this imagery that you evoked in my soul. for this i thank you one more time. in time with no space to attach to.