This is my world, he says.
Sometimes they intersect and make a cosy little nook with a rainbow above and the gentle soundtrack of a gurgling brook in the background.
Sometimes, they just touch. We can reach out to each other and hold hands.
Sometimes the circles float away, independent, but within sight.
I love you, A. I love you too, N.
The impact sends me off further. After a while, I have to stop, pull the brakes, float about in space for a while. Find my way back. At least to where we can see each other, even if from a distance.
(the melodrama of this journey….. my hurtling away and then returning, exhausted, but calmer…..I could be in one of those movies that I cannot watch anymore)
We are doing something very Important together.
I’ll tell you about it another day, when I find the words for it.