In the gentle mists of a splendid twilight or the graceful dawn, our deepest thoughts are truest, unconstrained and visceral. They often appear quite unexpectedly; softly pleasant and then vanish most grudgingly. Those delightful visions of something, or someone we never want to let go of, so pleasing is this dream. And when finally we are unkindly forced to awaken from those happiest of thoughts we always feebly attempt to cling to every minute detail lest they recede into the envious mist from whence they came. When someone is most special, you can discover that apparition over and over again as your head finds the pillow next.
Decades can pass quickly by, but the dearest of friendships remain as fresh as the day they were first made. There is no judgment; no counting of wrongs or the smallest slights. They can hold each other’s confidences and trust; even their most intimate feelings they share with no one else. The unpretentious affections are tangible and palpable. Some things voiced, some left unsaid… often silent far too long. Is it introversion? Are they unknowingly shared apparitions? Is it fear of rejection? Is it out of deepest respect? Indeed, the possibilities exist. Why the dance of evasion from expressions of sincere affection? Why, indeed?
She is such a wonderful vision and he cherishes each unique thought and this passage of the lovely sonnet she has become in his mind.