by Hilary T. Smith<\/span><\/h3>\n\u201cIndividuals are like cities: All of us have alleys and gardens and secret rooftops and places where daisies sprout between the sidewalk cracks, but more often than not all we let one another see is a postcard glimpse of a skyline or a refined square. Love allows you to find those hidden places in one other person, even those they didn\u2019t know were there, even those they wouldn\u2019t have thought to call beautiful themselves.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cIn regards to the Man Who Began Flying After Meeting Her\u201d by Dave Eggers<\/span><\/h3>\n\u201cWhen he met her they usually liked one another a fantastic deal, he heard things higher, and in his eyes, the lines of the physical world were sharper than before. He was smarter, he was more aware, and he thought of recent things to do together with his days. He considered activities which before had been vaguely intriguing but which now seemed urgent, and which must, he thought, be done together with his latest companion. He desired to fly in lightweight contraptions together with her. He had at all times been intrigued by gliders, parachutes, ultralights, and hang-gliders, and now he felt that this might be a facet of their latest life: that they’d be a pair that flew around on weekends and on vacations, in small aircraft. They’d learn the terminology; they’d join clubs. They’d have a trailer of some kind, or a big van, by which to carry their latest machines and supple wings folded, and they’d drive to latest places to see from above.<\/span><\/p>\nThe sort of flying that interested him was near the bottom \u2013 lower than a thousand feet above the earth. He desired to see things moving quickly below him, desired to find a way to wave to people below, to see wildebeest run, and to count dolphins streaming away from shore. He hoped this was the sort of flying she\u2019d need to do, too. He became so attached to the concept of this person and this flying and this life entwined that he was unsure what he would do if it didn’t turn out to be actual. He didn\u2019t need to do that flying alone; he would relatively not do it than do it without her. But when he asked her to fly with him, and she or he expressed reservations, or was not inspired, would he stay together with her? Could he? He decides that he wouldn’t. If she doesn’t drive within the van with the wings fastidiously folded, he could have to depart, smile and leave, after which he’ll look again. But when and if he finds one other companion, he knows his plan is not going to be for flying. It should be one other plan with one other person because, if he goes flying near the earth, it should be together with her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\nA Farewell to Arms<\/span><\/i> by Ernest Hemingway<\/span><\/h3>\n\u201cAt night, there was the sensation that we had to come back home, feeling not alone, waking within the night to seek out the opposite one there, and never gone away; all other things were unreal. We slept once we were drained and if we woke the opposite one woke too so one was not alone. Often a person wishes to be alone and a girl wishes to be alone too and in the event that they love one another they’re jealous of that in one another, but I can truly say we never felt that. We could feel alone once we were together, alone against the others. We were never lonely and never afraid once we were together.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cLove\u2019s Philosophy\u201d by Percy Bysshe Shelley<\/span><\/h3>\nThe fountains mingle with the river,<\/span>
<\/span>And the rivers with the ocean;<\/span>
<\/span>The winds of heaven mix perpetually<\/span>
<\/span>With a sweet emotion;<\/span>
<\/span>Nothing on the planet is single:<\/span>
<\/span>All things by a law divine<\/span>
<\/span>In one other\u2019s being mingled\u2014<\/span>
<\/span>Why not I with thine?<\/span><\/p>\nSee, the mountains kiss high heaven,<\/span>
<\/span>And the waves clasp each other;<\/span>
<\/span>No sister flower might be forgiven<\/span>
<\/span>If it disdained its brother;<\/span>
<\/span>And the daylight clasps the earth,<\/span>
<\/span>And the moonbeams kiss the ocean;<\/span>
<\/span>What are all these kissings price,<\/span>
<\/span>If thou kiss not me?<\/span><\/p>\n
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