You say tomato, I say tomato.

Finally, we are getting somewhere. I can breathe again. I feel for you, I really do...I can see you are going through the pain I've left behind, the jealousy, the insecurity, the confusion of a past transferred. But yours is yours to bear as mine is mine and bear I have and do. Separation for connection, 'we can only love in proportion to our capacity for independence'...sounds profound but it was simply found on a frame, a cheap and irrelevant frame for a photo I've long forgotten. It made sense then and makes sense still, more.