! Love's Perfection

Oh I am so fortunate. In the past and in the present. We fell in love, and loved and it was total and unexpected and revelatory and unique, of course and consuming and falling in love with the whole world too and with life itself and a compass and the possibility of a map and lacked nothing and was everything. And it was so perfect that now when I see your double around the town who looks just like you and was you there is no need for nostalgia or regrets or how-it-might-have-been-if or even self-congratulation because it was so complete and completed. I am so fortunate. I would like to think (for we talk, easily, but never of the past) that it is the same for you for that way, completeness is doubled and something, perhaps given to the world. We are so fortunate.