1410 HRS MARCH 25TH 2007

I used to think

of love

as some form

of voluntary

incarceration,

a self imprisonment,

a deliberate

self enslavement.

Maybe I am wrong,

because

Freedom exists

in Love

by itself.

When you love someone

wholeheartedly

you feel the freest.

The true experience

of freedom,

is having to love

the most important person

in your life,

without feeling the need

to possess her.

We feel hurt,

when we lose

the one we love.

But that cannot

be love.

Loves does not

seek out to hurt

or harm.

Love liberates,

when you can be

at your happiest,

when you see your

loved one

at her happiest,

even in the arms

of another man.

I hope this time passes

quickly,

so I can resume my

search

for myself,

in the form

of a woman

who truly

understands