Wednesday, August 17, 2011


I spoke to a faraway friend today. He's lonely. I guess we all are, in a way.

There's something about sharing a bed with someone, sleeping with someone, waking up next to another human being, sharing the most intimate of spaces in the most intimate ways, that makes you feel like you're not alone in the world. There's something about trusting someone enough to be around you when you're vulnerable. When are we more vulnerable than when we sleep? Maybe that's what love is. Who knows?

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