On this Valentine’s day, I borrow the words of a fellow esbi from the land down under.
Thanks Lovelle, for putting my thoughts so beautifully into words.
Iâ€™m not going to ask you where you are now. Iâ€™m not going to be impatient. This season, I will inhabit one day at a time. I will sail into the future on mysteryâ€™s wings and I will not look back. I have been too much like the man who asks, â€œAre you looking for me?â€ Our hearts yearn backward. We long to be found, hoping our searchers have not given up and gone home.
But I no longer hope to be found. Do not follow me! Letâ€™s just be fabulously where we are and who we are. You be you and Iâ€™ll be me, today and today and today, and letâ€™s trust the future to tomorrow. Let the stars keep track of us. Let us ride our own orbits and trust that they will meet. May our reunion be not a finding but a sweet collision of destinies!
Until that time you can call me yours, I remain,