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.
Published by Erin Rose Belair
I am multi-genre writer specializing in travel, ad-copy, and nonfiction prose. A recent graduate with my MFA I am spending my new found time rambling around the world, practicing yoga, and searching for the best salad ever. View all posts by Erin Rose Belair