It’s been seven weeks, and I’m still flush with the rosy energy of my new love. What a curious thing! So outside of myself, so far removed, yet suddenly, so intrinsically and irrevocably woven into the very fabric of my being. Such a clear line between before and after! I can never unsee, unhear, unknow; nothing will ever be the same.
I am again in love with music. Every step I take drums to a rhythm, following the winding path of each guitar solo. While my ears are full of my beloved’s melodies, my eyes see the reflections of their words in a thousand thousand scattered cherry blossoms.