by Lion Goodman
Published by YourTango.com:
I woke up in bed, opened my eyes, and turned to look at my partner, Carista. She was still sleeping, one arm over her eyes, breathing softly. I felt my love for her. It was deep and profound, like the ocean.
My former partner came to mind, and I felt my love for her. It was still there, where it had always been, in spite of the fact that we had separated many years ago. I recognized that these two loves were not the same. They each had a unique shape and quality. Both were real, both were beautiful. But different.
Extending this gentle inquiry, I thought of the many women I had loved throughout my lifetime. My wife. My daughter. My first girlfriend at the tender age of 13. The love I felt for each one matched each woman’s uniqueness, and her particular qualities of beauty, intelligence, form, and fire.