And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love. There is only silence.
We all create stories to protect ourselves.
Maybe you saw her first? Caught a glimpse between the lines, between the letters, like a ghost in the mirror, a ghost in the wings?
Who has never killed an hour?
The greatest of love letters are always coded for the one and not the many.
Explanation is not half as strong as experience but experience is not half as strong as experience and understanding