Sabari Streching, 2007
There's something about the proximity of words that intensifies. Thoughts are less demanding - they can run free and spaced out. I'd pick thoughts over words, any day. If only we could communicate through them instead and if only we were able to concieve what we were feeling without speaking.
I think it's possible to be in love with someone you've never spoken to. Except I don't think you fall in love with the person, but you fall in love with girlish fantasies and expectations. I don't think I could ever fall in love with someone like that because I'm far too cautious of both the use of the word love and of love itself. But I suspect that if I didn't speak of it and if I kept it in my mind, I could. It'd be a quiet kind of love - the kind that lingers, but never truly appears. It would escape you and you would try your hardest to grab a hold of it and to arrest it with reality, but it'd never allow itself to be captive. It'd be a special kind of love, I think.