When did we decide to become lovers? When did that moment pass when we opened our hearts and we decided to let one another in? For most of my friends it is too late to decide because that decision has already been made. Maybe it is hard to determine just when that moment passed because the process was so gradual. But I know and can feel that we have decided.
Some days, I think I must make this decision to open my heart a dozen or more times. Mostly the other person is totally unaware it has happened. But I am. They are caught, unaware, in the web that binds us and there is no struggle. Sometimes they are momentarily aware and open their heart ever so slightly. Then we go our way.
Then there are my deep friends who have truly joined hearts with me, knowingly, willingly, sometimes tentatively. For us our glittering, abundant humanity has become a shared treasure.
Do we touch? Of course, because that is part of being human, part of sharing pleasure. For some it is a casual gesture, a familiar hand on a shoulder. For others it is a hug that quickly passes but assures us we are connected. For others it is a warm embrace that for a moment brings us together as only touch can. We are all meant to be lovers, but we get to decide when.