Muse of Musings

24th September 2011

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With every meeting, I find another piece of your puzzle. And though the process has almost become routine, with each new discovery, I still feel a tremor of surprise as if shocked that I still have more to learn. I once coined you an enigma, unfamiliar and convoluted. Only the unfamiliar has changed. How do I live with such a conundrum? I’d like to ask myself. To be able to understand and at the same time not. But maybe that is the beauty of you, of you and me: every moment is a continuation of the last; a never ceasing loop of discovery and acceptance and a infinite spiral of realization and understanding. I enjoy these moments very much, so much that I want to wrap them around me, thin layers of memories, till I lay snug and safe within their arms. I always scoff when you tell me “how lucky you are to have me” in your teasing over-confident way, but I only do so knowing that you will never hear me say in return, “yes, I am very lucky”.