Starving Heart

One Sunday morning, as I was walking towards Clemenceau Room feeling blue, Chern Han ran towards me, laughing hysterically with his arms open wide. It brought me instantaneous joy as I swiftly picked him up into my arms and held him close. I started loving him from that morning on.

Someone once spoke of beautiful cathedrals with all their splendid architecture as frozen music. I sometimes feel that way at home. Tamar asked me one night on our way home together if I have chosen who I'd want to stay with and at that moment, I almost hallucinated Eugene doing his "dang dang dang dang" stunt.

There is a great deal of frozen love in this world (mine, at least). Seemingly stately, strong, and beautiful, yet lacking in tender expression. There are hundreds of homes in this world in which there is love that would die for its dear ones if there was a need, while yet in those very homes, are hearts starving for love's daily bread (mine too, at least).