archival : my own notes 4 :
What I liked about gerald and me was our gravity. We'd be on separate sides of a room full of people, engaging in separate animated conversations, and somehow everyone could feel our pull. We once mused that it was as though an invisible string constantly connected us. Our bodies orbited around one another with the ease and steadiness of a loving old couple, and it was unmistakable. Friends would tell us they felt it, and the quiet respect and envy in their faces was a point of pride. I was truly in love, once. Was he not the other half of my gravity? How can he say he was never in love when our orbit, witnessed by so many, felt so mutual?