“This morning, with her, having coffee.”
– Johnny Cash, when asked for his definition of paradise.
Can one become addicted to love? Not an addiction to sex, but an addiction to romantic intimacy.
Six words. Nine syllables. The picture is painted.
A couple sitting across from each other at the kitchen table by a window. The man has his newspaper, folded, in hand, and is reading through the headlines. The woman has her book, spine down and open on the table, turning to the next page.
The sun has just come up. Its rays peer through a dew-soaked, four-pane window. They’re both in robes, unshowered, unshaved.
This is where the context claus frames the picture.
The man peers over his paper and notices the woman sitting across from him. She has just woken up. The coffee in his mug is from the pot she woke up and brewed for the two of them. He smiles.
Intimacy at its most sober, unadulterated level.
An understanding shared between the two people involved in the moment. It’s pure. It’s complete.
Johnny Cash was a brilliant musician and songwriter. He was also a struggling addict – drugs, alcohol and women – with an anger problem.
Cash had several affairs during his first marriage to Vivian Liberto. She divorced him after twelve years and four daughters, noting his drug and alcohol addiction as the catalysts.
Cash later remarried. June Carter. They had one son and were together for 35 years before she passed in 2003. He passed four months later.
The place where you feel the most comfortable. The place where you feel safe. The place that is so beyond beauty that there is no need for pictures, no need for documentation, no need for outside confirmation. The place where you can be yourself, and be yourself through the one person you’ve chosen.
Is it possible to fall in love with more than one woman?
I hope so.
DAY 3: ON SMOKE AND WHISKEY DAY 2: ON HOW CLOSE I WAS TO NOT EVEN GOING TO COLLEGE DAY 1: WHY I’M WRITING EVERY DAY FOR 40 DAYS