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my ex-husband artyom called me. it was still morning here and friday evening in moscow.
we hardly ever talk over past couple of years and that's a right thing to do for sure.
but every time we finally get together even if only on the phone we feel this fantastic irrelative closeness that doesn't fade away at all.
we still love each other.
the number of different kinds of love is simply inconceivable. there're so many!
every feeling is far different from any other. it can be tender or rough, passionate or amazingly sweet.
so different that they doesn't compete, they're here in you, one way of being for each of so different loves.
my love for artyom is something i've never felt neither before nor after.
it's not the same with how i feel about alexander i wanna be with desperately.
it's a puppy-love in a way, it's sweet, it's tender, full of caring and attempts to foresee.
full of the oh-my-god-the-treasure-in-front-of-me-is-so-fragile feeling reduced to an absurdity.
the latest seems to be the crucial factor destroying our marriage. but is so sweet now.
and we know each other inside out.
we feel each other.
and today we told each other silly jokes and stories. we laughed and sometimes were silent.
and the silence was so comfortable. it's so gratifying to hear somebody breathing into the phone thinking of you. feel him smiling.
and knowing that he there feels exactly the same thing.
we recalled your past.
it went like 'remember camamber?' or 'this old lady we ran into, huh?'.
and we would both smile without going into unnecessary further details. for us this single word means everything.
and these pictures captured us, it was overwhelming.
and it's soul-stirring, melting, but never sad.
and i feel these tight threads to my past, these strings. that are here.
and surprisingly it doesn't interfere. it helps me here, in my far different future.
my past gives me strength to move towards my future through my present.
fascinating.
we hardly ever talk over past couple of years and that's a right thing to do for sure.
but every time we finally get together even if only on the phone we feel this fantastic irrelative closeness that doesn't fade away at all.
we still love each other.
the number of different kinds of love is simply inconceivable. there're so many!
every feeling is far different from any other. it can be tender or rough, passionate or amazingly sweet.
so different that they doesn't compete, they're here in you, one way of being for each of so different loves.
my love for artyom is something i've never felt neither before nor after.
it's not the same with how i feel about alexander i wanna be with desperately.
it's a puppy-love in a way, it's sweet, it's tender, full of caring and attempts to foresee.
full of the oh-my-god-the-treasure-in-front-of-me-is-so-fragile feeling reduced to an absurdity.
the latest seems to be the crucial factor destroying our marriage. but is so sweet now.
and we know each other inside out.
we feel each other.
and today we told each other silly jokes and stories. we laughed and sometimes were silent.
and the silence was so comfortable. it's so gratifying to hear somebody breathing into the phone thinking of you. feel him smiling.
and knowing that he there feels exactly the same thing.
we recalled your past.
it went like 'remember camamber?' or 'this old lady we ran into, huh?'.
and we would both smile without going into unnecessary further details. for us this single word means everything.
and these pictures captured us, it was overwhelming.
and it's soul-stirring, melting, but never sad.
and i feel these tight threads to my past, these strings. that are here.
and surprisingly it doesn't interfere. it helps me here, in my far different future.
my past gives me strength to move towards my future through my present.
fascinating.