“It was a quiet love, a tacit love. It came without prelude or preamble. We never said the word love-
-we didn't have to. It was in our laughter, in the sense of wonder we found in each
other. And if we had doubts then, time has told us otherwise.
It was a gentle love, a tactile love. It was all hands and lips
and hearts in tandem. There was motion in our bodies and
emotion in our discourse. We were a symphony of melody and
melancholy. When you find peace in another's presence, there
is no mistaking.
It was a kind love, a selfless love. I was a dreamer, and you were
a traveler. We met at the crossroads. I saw love in your smile,
and I recognized it for the first time in my life. But you had a
plane to catch, and I was already home.”