I said," My love is huge. Radiant. There are no windows, and no doors. I am foolishly generous, loving, and kind. All may enter. Come and go as you please. But I learned a long time ago that the center of me, my root, the core of my self. No one may enter there. No one.
But for whatever reason I trusted her. I just opened the core of who I truly am, and showed her that. It is where I made love with her from, how I found the patience and softness to wait for her, to wait until she had gone home to weep, to believe in her, to delight in even the silliest thing about her. It is how I loved her.
And now I just feel so stupid. I feel so foolish. I should have known. How could I have made myself so vulnerable? Why in the world would I do that?"
And he said, "I say congratulations.
Hurray.
How wonderful that you were able to do that. Most people live their entire lives in fear. Oh, maybe they wake up one day and they are fifty and they ask themselves, ‘How did this happen?’ because what life brings isn’t what they really wanted. Because they are unhappy. But they never really trust. They never really love."
I layed my head on the smooth wood for a long time and almost began to weep again. I sighed, feeling my warm breath rush out between my lips, and spread out over my eyes ad escape beside my ears.