21 October 2009

You're 82 years old. You've shrunk six centimeters, you only weigh 45 kilos yet you're still beautiful, graceful and desirable. We've lived together now for 58 years and I love you more than ever. I once more feel a gnawing emptiness in the hollow of my chest that is only filled when your body is pressed next to mine.

-Letter to D, Andre Gorz

5 comments:

thesundaygap said...

Way to make a girl tear up, Mr. Gorz.

Wrenna said...

I think he is not the most gentle person, but there is not a false note in his articulation of intimacy.

Have a tissue, Sunday, you are infinitely loveable.

Wrenna said...

Funny story -

I try to have sexual fantasies and they all come out about being held as described in this quotation, and then I fall asleep. It's times like this I feel both normal-ish and very boring.

My doctor said to me that I need someone who can be gentle and protective, I guess so that I would know how not to be damaged. For now that someone is meee...

Soren Lorensen said...

one of the things I feel most guilty about it is the fact that I want to be old right now, instead of having to wait

Wrenna said...

when I got to university i decided 50 was the perfect age. i think it's what they do with it though, gathering thoughts and staying sensitive, and a little luck the body hasn't decided it has had enough.