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The other night I watched a movie about two lovers who can't be together, aren't together, but come together. Who weren't even supposed to be lovers. Who don't start out that way. Who start off having sex. It's a long story why. But sex is a threshold. Through sex these two people cross over into love. At first the two lovers are just two people who have sex for one specific reason.
Who don't and can't look at each other when they do. Who go through the motions because they have to. But then something happens, something changes, the two bodies latch on and lock, and we see sex turn into love. We see the difference between the two. Two separate bodies start to see each other, feel each other, and the form changes, even though the medium--sex--is the same. Their bodies react to and act out love even before they know how they feel. Their bodies tell them first.
After they reunite and make love in a way they never have before, the male lover asks the female lover, "You wanted to say something the last time we saw each other, but you didn't. What was it? The male lover says, "That's it? Why didn't you say it? I understand what the female lover means. How even one word can change everything, so you don't use it. You don't say it. How one word is a catalyst for a breach or a copula. You hold onto a word or you let a word go. You let it do its breaking.
How something like "thank you," which is meant to join, can actually separate. How one word becomes a thread that snaps or a thread that ties. You and another person. And now I understand why you didn't say goodbye.
