I Write A Thousand Words A Day.

My Love For Him Had Never Gone Away But Only Changed, Growing Deeper Like Wine Fermenting Or Pickles Curing. It Bore Into Me With The Pervasiveness Of Water Working Its Way To The Center Of A Mountain.

He Was In My Hair, My Eyes, My Fingers, My Heart. I Day-dreamed About What He Was Doing, Thinking, Seeing, Smelling, Feeling. I Could Not Eat For Thoughts Of Him.

I've Come To Believe That Part Of Lovesickness Comes From This Conflict Between Control And Desire. In Love We Have No Control. Our Hearts And Minds Are Tormented, Teased, Enticed And Delighted By The Overwhelming Strength Of Emotions That Make Us Try To Forget The Real World.

Gone Were My Girlish Ideas About Romantic Love And My Later Ideas About Sexual Love. From Yi, I Learned To Appreciate Deep-heart Love. Peony In Love

You Can't Fight Your Fate...it Is Predestined.