I have come across an epiphany in a rather cumbersome form of dream state. That there is a method to my personal history with romance.

In my romantic life, it exists without words the same manner I exist. That is to say I exist between extremes without romance.

In my past....

I have felt true love in the presence of a woman.

A girl named Marta.

A girl named Karen.

This leads me to a painful yet meaningful relationship between the where I am and where I was.

My realzation today is speaking to love itself. That it is a wonderful feeling. Though I feel it still, because I know it exists.

The time and place just wasn't in order.

However, I do very much remember. I am grateful for who I am as result.

My point here is maybe I will never come to be found, but, there is beauty in this. I am able to recall perfectly well what is love. What it looks like. How it feels. Why I feel it.

It's empowering to me.

That maybe there is hope in this, thus reflecting it back into the world with an unknown being who will reflect back to me.

I can hope. - Marco