I read a piece by a friend recently, it tangled the moments of mediocrity that occur as we slip between relationships and spaces in our lives. A single line in the story struck a chord unlike anything else I have heard recently. It said, “I can only love you here.” Worlds seemed to wrap themselves in those brief words. I felt both exposed and betrayed by my body in reaction to reading the line. The claim is bold and truthful, and something I believe so many would shy away from admitting to themselves. It carries with it the idea of place as a service to love and also time. It is not only the place but the time in which you and I are both in this place. It is the perfect alignment of all those elements that allows the love. Missing any would miss everything.