My friend from Germany is someone I love with a full heart because of his being. He can bring forth tears and pondering with mere words. The tears are not of hurt: they are tears of joy or acknowledgment from literature or communication. It is free flowing emotion on both ends. My friend understands distance and lack of communication YET we communicate. His letters written by his hand are reviewed now and again, and one must still be answered. In that respect, I am a bad friend, but he understands me. In reading a communication that he sent me today in response to one I sent him, I get hit with that REAL feel of LOVE. What do I love about him? I love his purity, his rebellion, his words, his mind, his understanding ways, his look on life, and love. I love everything about him.
He is young, but his philosophic mind is like that of one that has been here long before. Our ties are in our friendship and our friendship will supercede all else as that is the way of it. We both know we will love each other forever and we are happy with that knowledge. To those of you who think of this as a romantic kind of love, do think of romantic in the way it is used by poets, writers, artists, musicians, philosophers, and anyone who sees past what is presently viewed as romantic. See the idealism instead. Uwe, you are my comrade always! I love you now and forever! ~ Maggie ~ February 4, 2009 @ 4:49 p.m.
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