I am ruminating over past loves and probable loves ... how people become so intimate they effectively create their own language; how easy it is to fall in love with the intangible hopes we project onto strangers; how I make some people irreversibly beautiful in my head while they talk to me about mundane shit like their coffee orders; how I will one day place all the books I've read in my life next to someone else's; how loving hands can build a home, a shared life, even a whole lineage.