I hope some day she will see
that it is possible
to love someone without being with them
That sex is not love
and love is not sex
That spiritual closeness
is so much more than
physical closeness
One can accentuate the other
but they are not the same thing
That the flame of a candle
can burn
and be extinguished
And yet, as long as it remains hot
it can be re-ignited
without the physical touch of another flame
It is the heat that starts the fire
Between some people
the heat never dies
The eternal flame
whether shared or not
it smolders and remains
Such is the beauty of real love
Insecurely Confident 
Truly inspired, Mr. 2. I am reasonably confident that if she doesn’t realize it yet, you will find a way to make sure she does soon.
But let’s be realistic here. The sex? It’s definitely right up there.
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Sex without love is never a bad thing. In fact it can be amazing. But sex WITH love, holy hell brother.
How do you think Servpro got started? Somebody had to clean up the mess. LOL
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Better watch out or there’ll be another mess in the kitchen coming up. Because sex WITH love AND mazola oil is just sinful!!
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This is so beautiful and so true. Those who are lucky enough to have this kind of love are truly blessed.
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So true, sex is not love nor is love all about sex. Wonderful write.
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Thank you. 🙂
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I think this is the most touching thing I have read from you yet – wow! And I love and agree with this fine line “as long as it remains hot
it can be re-ignited”
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All it takes in an ember and a willingness to spark the flame as long as both hearts remain beating.
Thank you for the compliment (as much as I struggle to accept it) it means a great deal. 🙂
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You’re welcomed, and this was exceptional, so accept it! 🙂
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😊
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Hey, nice contribution to BBs post. That picture is perfect. How did you know it would suit her?
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On Monday when the bricks came crashing down (post) I figured the wall would need to built back up again, so I sent the pic. I’ve been holding onto cause I knew she would do it justice. 🙂
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She’s good like that. And it’s very nice of you to share. 😄
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🙂
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A long tine ago, there was a thing called courtly love. It was considered the most pure, most honest of passions. It was in a time when a person did not marry for love, but for politics, money, influence. And so, more oft than not, a person would be wed to one they did not, or could not, or no longer could love. But from afar, they were adored. Worshiped for their beauty, sung of in songs both sweet and lustful, gifted with words and presents of a richness that no mere material thing could achieve. They may never have shared so much as a touch, but they loved. Deeply. Passionately. Fully.
And there are times…good as sex is, and much as I love it…I envy them.
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Well said. Excellent example of the meaning of this piece. Thank you.
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Oh no, my friend. The thanks are all for you. Your piece was beautiful and perfect…and brought out my inner historian. 😉
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I am humbled. Thank you.
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A perfect description of longing. Not for sexual pleasure, but for love, that spiritual closeness. So very well written.
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You are exactly right. Sometimes it’s difficult to separate love from sex and sex from love, but there is a vast difference. Thank you for seeing it.
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A good message and I hope one day she can see it too… It would be wonderful for her.
“real love” it seems so very few know it as you described here in your prose.
xox
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Thank you. It seems she has found it, only someplace else and yet she vacillates still. Nothing more I can do. It is what it is.
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As you said you did all you could… no regrets.
xox
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That is the way I have to see it and hope it works. Thank you.
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