boy A says that no one has ever done a single romantic thing for him and I can't help but to wonder how that is possible
is this a question of semantics? of impossibly high standards? did they not notice? was it the wrong person who did it? or have they really, very honestly, never been the subject or participant in a truly romantic exchange
this seems possible, almost plausible, and I suddenly picture a world in which even my most personal moments are marked by exchange, a kind of currency, lacking sublime pleasure
I imagine a drop without a fall, beauty with a swoon, never being close enough to touch, or even notice, the presence of the divine
and quite suddenly I feel very very fortunate
for noticing, for caring, for being allowed to even just be there.