We're pausing our usual flow of brilliance today to reach out to that someone (you know who you are) and put some confession into salient expression.

I heard from you today. You were considerate and a presence like you've been all your life. I, however, came across like a constipated small talker. You see, I'm clinging to those four hours looking into your eyes while we told each other of what's really going on inside you and me. It was like all those times when we mattered and had this co-life thing going on. OK - logistically and forensically it's just not possible to do that on demand. That makes me babble and get overly humble when we do pop exchanges when what I really want to do is squeeze the bejesus from each comment to make it unmistakably clear that our connections are cherished from this end. I can still suit up and dance with the stars but it's a little like Walken doing a cameo. Man did we used to get each other. I know that pretending we're all good is neither of our ideals for this slice of space and time. So ixnay on the denial work around. I'm actually OK with stealing beauty so this is not a complaint. It's just an extension of those 10 word thoughts then hit Send and selfishly, I'm putting it into words to help me understand why such a ton of love can flourish in this uncharacteristic way. But it does and I'm grateful. All of this is in lieu of what I almost wrote today - a long joke on matching hymens and cartons of orange juice. // insert Jesus Prayer from Franny and Zooey here.