Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
If Love is Water I will give you rivers and oceans . If Love is Space I will give you the whole Universe . If heat is your Love I wish the Sun beside me
