Moving parts in rubbing contact require lubrication to avoid excessive wear. Honorifics and formal politeness provide lubrication where people rub together. Often the very young, the untraveled, the naïve, the unsophisticated deplore these formalities as "empty", "meaningless" or "dishonest" and scorn to use them. No matter how "pure" their motives, they thereby throw sand into machinery that does not work too well at best.

--Robert A. Heinlein - Time Enough For Love

There is this silence which is deafening and it is only interrupted by my own heartbeat. This quiet and this peace which surrounds my whole being. As if I'm on a deserted island.

Standing on the beach, alone, I remembered all the walks I'd taken here, all the sunsets I'd watched, all the waves I'd challenged, the dunes that kept our secrets and the wind that flew our kite.

Now there is nothing here except the taste of my tears and the breeze from yesterday's kisses.

I see her, sitting alone in front of the stage, the crazy spotlights sweeping over her periodically. She's half slouched in her chair, her eyes on the band as they play like wild men. In all of this chaos, she seems to be untouched by it; an island of calm in this sea of insanity.

I want to walk up to her and touch her. I want her to notice me noticing her.

But she goes on sitting. Unknowing.

This guy is so happy he radiates it. I sit next to him and with every word and movement of him he illuminates our atmosphere. He talks about the most trivial things with such passion that one could hardly imagine.
There is this glow of true happiness that I have never seen before. He does not advertise it and yet he cannot help being anything but subtle about it.
I have a clear view of the most majestic sight in the whole world but his happiness is what intrigues me the most.

I remember being this guy once. I'm not sure I'll ever be him again.

The road ahead is empty.
Will you take the path to salvation or damnation?
There are no truths nor lies. What connects us is the past. What unites is what can be.

What I became is what was desired.
There are no companions for this trip.
Polluting the mind and body or cleansing of the soul? Who'll be the judge?

Only time will tell!!

Is he a friend?
Someone I could share my deepest, darkest secret with?
Or am I just foolish to even ask these questions?

The true reason of our being is merely to covet and be covetted!

Marriage knows a lot of sorrow.
Celibacy knows little pleasure.

Marriage combines the greatest tempatation with the greatest opportunity.

He puts down his drink, looks out the window as she stares at him, wondering about his thoughts.

He sighs, she says:"What is wrong? What do u want? What do you want to do?"

"I don't know" he says "I don't know!! I think it's best I should not see you anymore."

"I was afraid you'd say that" she says as she looks at her cup of hot chocolate. She runs her finger against it and then looks out of the window to the street where he has been looking at for the last 5 minutes and eventually says "So is this it? Is this the end?"

"I'm afraid so" he says, sounding confident, but being anything but "Our time is over!"

He puts on his long black coat and scarf, pays the bill and walks out of the restaurant where they have shared so many moments.

The autumn is the most suitable atmosphere for how they feel!

Real love is a gift. Given out of free will, with pleasure and without conditions.