The X-Men

An ex boyfriend called me the other day. It was great to talk to him. After we had exhausted our how are you's and how's your mother/brother/sister/job/new partner it was time to say goodbye. Again.

During our phone conversation his light really shined! I had forgotten what a magnificent human being he was. Not the best match for me, but beautiful in his own radient way. It was refreshing to reconnect with this, because we all know breaking up is hard to do, and it's a pity that we spend so much time sharing sacred space with another human being, and then we part ways and tend to have bitter residual feelings about the whole deal.

It got me thinking about how love never dies. It always exists, even if it may change form. I have this image of how when we share love (with a friend, family member, lover, pet, or a stranger) we set off these magic sparkles that float between us in a cloud. When the interaction is done- a minute, a month, or a lifetime later- the sparkly love cloud disperses and begins to float up into the universe like a balloon on the loose. There the love continues to exist as tiny particles that energize the great fabric of the universe, forever paying homage to the love that once was.

Here's to you, Mr X- shine on!