Response to : Natalia Ginzburg - He and I

            "If I remind him of that walk along the Via Nazionale he says he remembers it, but I know he is lying and that he remembers nothing; and I sometimes ask myself if it was us, these two people, almost twenty years ago on the Via Nazionale, two people who conversed so politely, so urbanely, as the sun was setting; who chatted a little about everything perhaps and about nothing; two friends talking, two young intellectuals out for a walk; so young, so educated, so uninvolved, so ready to judge one another with kind impartiality; so ready to say goodbye to one another for ever, as the sun set, at the corner of the street."
             How it must feel, for one to love another so unconditionally, yet to have grown in different directions. The seeds fell, different and beautiful, and began to bud around the same time. They grew in the same garden, and when matured, their stems intertwined. Their soft plush petals pushed against each other, and together, they were radiant and ethereal. The soil began to dry up though, and the rain didn't come for some time. The sun wasn't as strong as usual, and the efflorescence felt they couldn't thrive synchronically. One, pointed up to the sky, the other, down to the earth, not knowing if their method of survival would work. It worked, but they would never be harmonious again. Something that was true but that could not be said. Remnants that would be hidden among the shrubs, in which you must dig aimlessly to discover.
            Most people are worried they will never find their true love. They search day by day, night by night, trying to stumble upon the one person on this planet who understand them completely and love them wholly, without omission. Do we ever worry, once he have found our true love, if found at all, that we will only have them for some time? That this is not forever, and that all must come to an end? Even if we feel confident in our relationships, do we ever ponder thoughts of quandary, hoping our significant other doesn't rise from bed one day, feeling different? Is it true that once you finally get the one thing you want most, you realize it really isn't what you wanted at all?
             Everything is a wish, and this life is but a dream. It appears sometimes vivid and all colors and all things in this word seem right and just. Other times it's arid and unwelcoming, the cup always seems to by half empty, and the clock on the wall ticks just a little too loudly. Everything is unpredictable, especially love, the most unnerving thing over all. We must take those walks, those journeys into someone else's universe, and explore them. We must risk all for that which is felt in matters of the heart. And love, if only fleeting - if only there for a moment, we must tend it forever, in hopes it will return to us someday. We may be able to watch it grow and blossom, into an entity so large that even the sun and earth cannot deflect the feeling.