At this very moment, a friend flies towards the person he aims to love.
It is a new relationship for him and for her and over the next few weeks, because distance has been an issue, they will see if they can make it work, if it is time for one of them to move to where the other is.
Isn't it wonderful? Something not about money or likes or power of bombs or prayers but totally and solely and completely in the hearts and intentions of two people trying to make who they might be together their life’s proposition? Is anything so pure? So risky? So worth the risk?
Before he got on the plane we texted love songs. Swing It Low by the ever underrated Morphine got my nod, as did a song by Richard Thompson, the title of which I texted him as a way of saying good luck. A heart needs a home, I wrote.
He wrote back: A heart is a home.