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Anne,

I love you until the stars collapse...

These words are written on the back of napkin. They shot themselves out of the dark and so here they are.

I am watching the coffee lose heat as steam billows out of the paper cup and causes the oils from the grounded beans to swirl along the surface. The time on my wrist watch reads 9:15. It's a woman watch; actually, it is yours. I don't wear it, but I keep it in my coat pocket. You left it on the end table the morning I drove you to the airport after Thanksgiving.

It was broken when I found it, the hands weren't moving so I had it repaired at Sears. Why not. Because of your absence, I am collecting whatever keepsakes of you that I can find because memories are not enough. I feel closer to you having with your watch with me. It's a physical reminder of what your wrist felt like.

I hate this kind of sentimentality, but I realize that it's also what drives me.

There's a crack in the glass across it's face. The fissure is significant enough to cause refractions in direct light in the same way that your earrings do. I'm looking at the watch right now; I already know what time it is.

That night, we drank a bottle of Evan Williams late. I had tackled you into bed. I was clumsy and drunk. I remember that you struck it on the corner of the lamp table. In the silence of 2:30, I heard the crack and looked up from your collarbone, “What was that?” I remember saying.
“I think it's my watch,” you said.
I reached for your wrist and undid the strap. Setting it down on the table, I said I was sorry.
“No. Don't worry about it.”
We talked a lot that night, but these few lines are what I remember the most.


Last night, I couldn't sleep so I turned on the television and watched a documentary about the universe on PBS until around five. You know, the universe fascinates me. You have always known this about me. I am in love with the unknowable.

It's vast, the endless black implies mysteries that can never be known for fact. It has to be this way. To understand , reach and prove each facet of is beyond any human lifetime. We know what the universe in words, we can break it into its basic elements even – giant clouds of burning carbon, freezing bodies of nitrogen, neutrons, quarks, radiation clouds, massive gravitons and gravity wells, dark matter, anti-matter, positrons. In the end, what do these things tell me? It's only by my imagination that they exist.

What exists, at this moment, on this planet, in this place, in this mind and body, at this time, 9:17, what they all are, is you.

I love you until the stars supernova and collapse in on themselves, become white dwarfs, neutron stars, black holes: exhausted bodies that churn for no other reason than to be compelled to, for the simple fact that if they did not, they would forget their existence.

The universe stretches over every thing physical. If there is such a thing as a heart for everything physical, then it is a black hole. It is in constant motion, collecting, absorbing, distorting thousands of stars billions of miles in diameter as if solar systems were as minute as swirls of coffee vapor. They roam forever in darkness as entities of infinite force and attraction. Relativity, space, time, everything is powerless before each one; they lose themselves at the event horizon. The only resistance is if it encountered another with an even greater force and an even greater pull.

If such a thing were to happen between two forces of this magnitude, I believe the universe would end.

If loving you is like this then so be it. Because no physical being can resist you. By knowing of your existence, it's inevitable that I'd find myself here. I am compelled to, for the simple fact that if I was not, I would forget my existence.

The event horizon is the sleeve that marks the boundary of a black hole. It is a point of no return because at this boundary, all paths away from it disappear. If I were to fall into one, I would seem to slow down until I am frozen. If I were to fall into one, my light would more vivid in color, yet dimmer in brightness until I am so vivid that I cannot be seen anymore. Maybe only by touch will you know that I am still there. This is by your perception.

By my own perception, I would not notice any of these things. I will not experience the slowing down. I will see my own constant light and color. These things would not change. However, it would be impossible for me determine when I crossed and all my paths away from you disappeared. I am just in it, not knowing how or when I arrived. If I don't know, then so be it.

If loving you is like this then so be it.

All the scientists, astronomers, physicist, mathematicians, they were not talking about the universe. They were talking about you. The universe, with all its mysteries, I could take all of their ideas and theories and support them, even prove them, through you.


The coffee's lukewarm now, and I'm looking at the watch again. It's only 9:40. Twenty mi

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