It cannot be denied that we were and are fated confidants, accomplices, allies…the best of friends, beyond all trite and conventional understanding of that connection. Certainly, our relationship defies all but the most essential of elements characterising affinity. Having never been in your presence, you are with me always. Having never looked into your eyes, yet I see into your soul. Having never heard your voice, you whisper to me in my dreams. Having never held you closely, the smell of you yet entrances. Having never kissed you, I taste you on my lips, my tongue. Having never felt the beauty of your skin, your hair, your body’s curves and introituses, yet we have made wild, mad, passionate love. What, then, have we been withheld? Carnality? Certainty? Corporeality? Constancy? Interest, fascination, infatuation, obsession, all lie in mystery rather than identity. Within the realm of mystery, love, true love, exists at that moment, that place, where truth and magic collide. How could it be claimed that we have not fulfilled our shared destiny, when in just as many other respects, we have exceeded even the fondest, the most reckless of predictions? Across continents and oceans of distance, across decades in time, we have and will remain thoroughly entwined, never to be disentangled. I love you still, in dream, in waking, in-between.