Hear hear.

I’m thinking of a friend of mine who lives thousands of miles away from me. While we have been friends for years, I’ve never met him in person. I expect I will one day, but you never know.

The love I feel for him (and that he says he feels for me) is strong and important and only rarely about action. (It’s certainly got nothing to do with sex. Neither of us is sexually attracted to the other, and both of us would find a sexual relationship wildly inappropriate.)

I believe each of our lives is richer because of a feeling of love that seemed to develop between us almost instantly.

That feeling is mysterious and inexplicable. I suppose I could try to rationalize it, but I suspect nothing I could do in that regard would ever truly pin it down.

I am content to experience love as a feeling and be happy to have it.