We may be born under different stars, raised in different lands, shaped by journeys that could not be more unlike — and none of it keeps us from carrying, somewhere undiscovered, the very same loves.
We might find ourselves whirling together in a Sufi dance; learning to sculpt side by side — you up on the ladder carving the nose, me below catching the falling dust; hiking a mountain only to sit a whole afternoon, blank and happy, beside the waterfall at the top; slipping into a Gurdjieff retreat, and when we cannot sit still any longer, running away hand in hand. You love to paint, I love my games, and at dusk on the sand we lean into each other, each lost in our own little world, and entirely content.
None of it keeps me from spending a lifetime slowly learning how different you are from me — and slowly discovering how deeply I love this world for all its differences.
Because my love is long, let us take everything slowly.