Dear Steele: I wish I could forget about the dreams I once had, the plans I once made, the visions I once created. I think I might just have to break all ties with the person I once was; leave behind everything connecting me to the material you. I am going to have to become my new twin sister. She took out a classified ad for me: Single woman, recently widowed, seeks male or female companion to write to, who will write back.
We could be the philospher you once were: The person I would love to love is someone who loves nature, particularly beaches and rivers; who is stimulated by knowledge and learning; who would walk with me through the park to find a picnic spot and laze around with no agenda, or read me a chapter from a book while I lay on their lap under the shade of an ackee tree; someone with a curious and spontaneous spirit, who is stimulated by the thought of exploring new places.
I would love to love someone who is fascinated, inspired and in love with God and all her manifestations; someone who is centered and unwavering in their love, especially in face of petty differences or fundamental disagreements; someone with a gentle spirit, a sharp mind, a powerful presence, and a big heart; someone with an open mind; with their own opinions on life and their own process of living; someone who is journeying through happiness, not searching for happiness; someone who will make love to me without making love.
I could share my love with this imaginary person, or I could keep it to myself and continue my love affair with a man no longer of this earth.