Speculations are abounding on this subject I’ve found.

Some say we make it up to create a mystical aura around this things that seem to infatuate.

Some say it’s chemical and is no more than an attempt for our species to live.

Some say that it’s our immortal souls trying to communicate and bind… sometimes against the will of our logical minds.

But I say this.

Its nights of love and care. Needing another to be there and remind us that we’re not alone.

It’s finding trust and a shoulder that’s strong when we rather not get along alone in the world so cold.

It’s wanting to share with someone who knows that same feeling and so they care about what you have inside and how you feel.

It’s a selflessness that shows another that they don’t mind being present when you are showing your endeavor to be a real person who feels and loves and nurtures.

It is the moment you discover that despite your lonely day, you’ve been thought of by another.

And best of all …

The thing that we consider so shallow and small. The physical connection that we share by which few of us shamefully dare not bare witness to why we’re really there.


Dedicated to the one woman who inspires me as much as the birth of my only son,.and without whom this would not be possible for me to create.