‘I love him. I love him too. And him also.’
Here are some words previously foreign to me. And hopefully insufficient in the future. In the long future hopefully.
The last few lines of this page, ought to wake many of us up.
It’s something I’ve gotten a taste of recently back in Malaysia and Singapore. The people I’ve been seeking, meeting, occupy my time with. And it’s never enough.
These aren’t for those obsessed pointing their fingers at others. Occupied debating what’s haram or halal so they can live at the minimum standard of the law, instead of aspirations of greater delights.
For what it means.
Boys, men refer to each other as bros often. Brothers. Brudder. Whatever. I find that at times these have become either meaningless or have meaning that lead to questionable or problematic ends.
If it’s all wayang, then it’ll go melayang.
And that relationship, which lacks sweetness, end at one point before each arrive their own ending.
Women have it too. Sisters. Ladies. Besties. All sorts of affectionate terms exchanged, becomes absent when shaken.
When we have better clarity of who we are and where we are heading, then we’ll seek others on the same path. And what a sweet ending we hope for.