latterdaybohemian

What draws one person to another? What electricity? What softening of the heart? We do not choose who we love, a man once told me but I wonder by what mechanism we find each other, the people who dislodge that has laid dormant in us, familiar but forgotten. I will ask this of M. one night in our bed and he will say: “Something about being with you felt like coming home.”
small fires – holding