I wrote the below a few days ago then pulled it from the web.
But it’s what I feel, so now it’s what I repost on perhaps a better place: my own personal and lifework blog.
C … this is for you, obviously.
I’d like you to run everything day-to-day and operational I do in a collective future-present that clearly now approaches.
I’d like you to be COO.
I’d like you to use your immense experience and absolutely native intelligence not just to turn my ideas into reality but also to turn your ideas into reality. What we think is cool may therefore sometimes conflict.
So as far as where and how and why and what, even before we get to start, I’ll argue my preferences whenever I feel the need to … but as long as I sense the hearing you give me is fair, I’ll revert to your final decision always: and yes, with enthusiasm. Because that final decision has to belong more to you than me.
This for sure.
Please accept I’m serious now. Serious about what this means for me and demands of me.
Really. Really.
Yes.
Mil Williams, a few days ago …
But actually it’s not what I feel completely because it just talks about work. Maybe its absences say their piece, too; but only if you know our story well enough will they mean enough to mean anything this minute.
Really what do I most wish for?
Really, I’d just like us to start chatting again; just chatting and following lines of thought. I do love you deeply: so much so that it will only show itself from now on exactly as you prefer it to show.
That’s what deep love actually means: for the other on the other’s terms. And not for oneself, except insofar as the pleasure and joy of another becomes the joy and pleasure of oneself.
Not sacrificial, though; understand me this. My own family’s sense of sacrificial love’s value almost destroyed me.
So: not that.
But affectionate and warm, yes; forgiving and kindly; intelligent and forever … things like these. These things I feel profoundly about you, when it is you I am thinking of. Which — would you believe! — has never not been right now.
Not since that day, anyways. Not since that bridge.
“for you, obviously”
Mil Williams, today
eternally grateful
unending affection
permanent respect
infinite joy
a heart of good
a soul of gold
a mind of the best
which a man like me
was ever honoured to trust
that’s the you i see
and that’s what’s made me whole
by your resilience of character
and profound nature of true
like an arrow to the target
but really to the things
that ensure life
rings out brightly
and brings all it can alive
and so then becomes
all we could want
without reluctance at all
nor inferences to miss
just the love of the pure
and the pulsating certainty of this
that the mettle
of your deepest being
is now just a beat away from me
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