One of the tomatoes is almost ready to be plucked. It’s a lovely rising dawn color. I have a feeling I’ll have more tomatoes than I know what to do with before the end of the season. Perhaps I’ll try bottling some?
Do you think there’s something wrong with me that I still love you even though I know we’ll never meet and you’ll eventually find someone to pour your heart into if you haven’t already? Surely that’s not normal. Don’t most people move on and start loving someone else or at least begin to slowly stop loving? Or are their feelings not truly love if they can cease the feeling? If you love, truly, do you love forever?
If that’s so, isn’t the heart so much more wonderful than people give it credit for? To be able to love so much and so many, isn’t it the true wonder of humanity? Then isn’t it our heart that goes on rather than a soul because it carries the energy of all those we held dear? Yes, we all suffer but all try to love too.