My favorite kind of love affair:
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase each other doesn’t make any sense.
Yes! I know this feeling and I live for it...but am I able to stay in this feeling? No. And if this is my favorite love affair, why do I still reach for those passionate, knuckle-biting, dysfunctional, break-up-to-make-up relationships?
Because it makes life spicy and we are here for the full human experience. Who wants the same flavor everyday?