Untitled Essay (Again)

We need other people, not only to stay alive, but in order to become human. To be human, you must be able to be funny, playful, generous, and affectionate. How genuine can your existence be if you, in your capacity to love, have no one to love, no one to trust, no one to cry with, and no one to laugh with?

You can love an idea or a vision, but you cannot put your arms around it; you can love a thing but it cannot love you in return, much less thank you for caring (or blame you for caring too much).

Until you find someone to share your dreams and realities with, someone who can believe in your truths and your lies, someone whoc an accept you, hold you, know you; until then, you will just be a machine, a creature with no memories.

Or, at least, until you meet me!!! (Now that's what I call self-confidence)

 30 January 2000

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