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  • I lay in bed one sweet summer day, treasuring the softness and warmth of the body next to me - eyes to eyes, nose to nose and arms wrapped around each other tightly. It felt delirious - otherworldly, almost. I asked myself how it was possible to feel so high, so alive in love. We were quiet during this moment of contemplation, but my soul was dancing.

    "Do you ever feel..." I asked my lover, "that sometimes our bodies are merely just in the way?"

    "In the way of what?" he asked, continuing to look at me tenderly.

    "In the way of our souls. Perhaps people's incessant urge to merge with one another will always go beyond what our bodies will ever allow us to do."

    That was almost two years ago, and our paths have taken us different places. But I still wonder if what I said was true...
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