It seems a violent breach of sacred boundaries when you find yourself reliving a memory that is not your own. You were there when he was born. You were there in the hospital. It was her first child, she was so scared. She didn't know what was stronger; the fear of becoming a mother or the joy of becoming a mother.

In the midst of her heavy breathing you can hear her cry in pain. You cant see her face, but you know he is arriving into the world. The man who your soul was destined to love. Your breath catches in your chest. You are not supposed to be here. Your reality is different, vastly different from this. You don't belong here, you were never here. Yet the details are so vivid so clear.

Then it happens, you see him slide down his beautiful mother's white porcelain thigh. You hear him scream. You feel something born in you with that scream. You feel his mother's exhaustion and joy. You feel the love that will possess your soul later in life at that very moment.

You can feel the taste of his blood in your mouth when he lost his first tooth. The first lump that formed in his throat left you choking. When he had a fever you could feel your body go warm and numb. It is almost like you are connected with an invisible umbilical cord.

You are plucked out of your reality and this overwhelming feeling transports you to his world. You begin to understand the words he does not speak. In the middle of the night you wake up and you are consumed by the smell of him. He seems so close to you, yet there are cities and roads that gape like the open mouth of a grave. His tears leave salty traces in your mouth. It kills you drop by drop that you cant make things better. You grit your teeth and tell yourself he needs this, he needs to live. You tell yourself, he cant find peace by not living.

His joys amplify yours, his sorrow is another story. What you feel upsets you, but what you feel for him devastates you. You live through that. You love through that.

When his lips kiss another woman's it betrays your ego, it betrays your "self". But when you love him with something beyond yourself, it doesn't matter. You feel jubilant! He is loved... He is loved you tell yourself...! that is all that matters.

It is a love that has no name or place or worst still, no reason. It is not blind, it does not see more than what it has to. It is a love that is silent, it does not speak its name, for it doesn't know where it comes from. Its a love that is wide and deep at the same time. Its a love that has the power to rip apart space and time and reason. It is a love I feel in every fiber of my being... In every fleeting glimpse of my soul, in every song of my spirit. It is a love I feel for you....