I've certainly had my share of nighttime tears. Not lately, but enough that I remember wondering why I was so affected. Loneliness? Perhaps. But something more too: isolation. A profound sense that we were not sharing something important, something essential; that time was passing us by, leaving us with missed opportunities that could never, never again be experienced.
Am I being overly melodramatic? Who can say? All I know is how I felt...and still feel. My real question to myself now is, what would I have done if my eyes hadn't been opened by SSM?
