Today evening it occurred to me how humbling it is to love you. It’s the realization that I cannot possibly have a choice over what you do, that I have to simply accept it. I first thought how frustrating this is, but now I reached a point where I feel that this is, in fact, how it’s supposed to be, when one learns to accept. I read this blog the other day about a person talking about the death of his brother. He repeats: Accept. Accept. Accept. Maybe it’s time I do that. It’s strange and wonderful to see how much you changed me.

In the meanwhile, I was listening to this today on the metro and thought of you.