Our minds are interwired, incapable of independent action. They are meshed in a telepathic embrace evolved over decades of living and breathing together, inhabiting the same space.
Our bond is a marvel of nature cemented by deep instincts quite difficult to explain. Call it βloveβ but love is multifaceted, composed of so many strands, that itβs dishonest to highlight any one aspect. Love builds in a magical way, like a young wine, exuberant and full of promise, maturing as it mellows transforming into a uniquely special complete relationship. And then one day, alas itβs all over. What an awful waste!
Neville Hunt over 6 years ago
Wow, what a deep piece. I believe in love too, but I can't really regard it as a waste, but more a state of enlightenment that makes life worth living in the first place.