stunning Just, you took my breath away. It's not about the drugs, or being naked, or the sunset, or the tranquility of the setting, or how successful they are, the mistakes they've made, the history they have. It's what lies underneath that. Like they are all living, breathing, surviving in a self contained capsule because of being together. All they need to exist is each other and this is just a snapshot of the implicit levels of trust that their (verging on beyond) friendship has.
This, to me, is real love. Beyond words, almost beyond actions, existing in a look or a glance, in submission.
Gosh, I am so obsessed by the way you write thing like this and the way it makes me think. I'd half love Ryan to read this...just because I believe he'd be hard pushed to find much fault in what you are implying about the nature of their friendship.
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Date: 2009-05-04 11:46 am (UTC)Just, you took my breath away.
It's not about the drugs, or being naked, or the sunset, or the tranquility of the setting, or how successful they are, the mistakes they've made, the history they have.
It's what lies underneath that. Like they are all living, breathing, surviving in a self contained capsule because of being together.
All they need to exist is each other and this is just a snapshot of the implicit levels of trust that their (verging on beyond) friendship has.
This, to me, is real love. Beyond words, almost beyond actions, existing in a look or a glance, in submission.
Gosh, I am so obsessed by the way you write thing like this and the way it makes me think.
I'd half love Ryan to read this...just because I believe he'd be hard pushed to find much fault in what you are implying about the nature of their friendship.
I'm gonna go read this again now =]