Seriously
Can you adore someone,
can you be in love,
and yet not be serious?
I adored one lady
and she adored me.
Parks, graveyards, museums, expensive restaurants and hotels.
The thing I remember the most is one lunchtime we met and she runs to me (quite literally – she was early thirties, super fit and dressed like some fashion model); she leaps up, wraps her legs around my waist and kisses me. A long, hungry, desperate life-spinning coin of a kiss.
At that moment, I knew she adored me and – well who would not adore someone like that right?
And yet…
When the coin drops into the bottom of the well, even the beauty of its echoing splash vibrating against the curved dark, moss-lined stone facade, fades after a while. Evaporates into the air, and then firmament and eventually, even from the memory…
Is that serious?
