Waylon H. Lewis

And so I would like to thank you. You taught me, again and again again and again and again, not to dream of you. And I listened. I am silent. These words are not words of love, but of the silence that will remain when I walk away when this letter is done. I have listened and I do not continue to imagine our love, for it was not love. You were too busy walking a flowered path, and it was my misstep that I thought we had something more than an hour__ fun for you.Thank you, for clarifying for me what love is not.Love is no thing, and nothing is a gift, space is a playground, and time and distance are merely peaks and valleys in the topography of real love.And I would remind you: I am not one of your fans. For I know what I deserve, and it is one who is not afraid of fear. Love does not require this map: it makes its way across the miles. Love does not heed the time; it is not rooted in the months of one or two moons. Love is not bothered by obstacles__hey form the high sides to the left and right of this rocky path. This path does not depend upon external signs: love will find its own way.

Next time someone tells you to smile for the camera, & you don__ feel like it__ay no, thanks. Don__ fake your way into a happy-seeming life. Open vulnerable honesty is true positivity.

I would like to care more about you than about my feelings for you.

I like the feeling of hunger for it reminds me of all those hundreds of months without you.Missing you, thinking of you, like a friendly lonely thin tiger smelling the slip of a season into a new season.