even if

Even If looks like a glass house in the middle of a fragrant rainforest. I see clear water rushing over smooth mossy rocks, dappled by pale sunlight that beams gently through swaying branches above. I see my old self in the white dress pictured on the cover. I walk through the forest barefoot, alone yet displeased at this fact to some degree. I want to let someone into the glass house, but I feel I’ll only be met with disappointment. Perhaps it is better to be alone here where no rocks can break the glass, no wind can disturb the greenery surrounding and no poison can taint the streams. But as my incredible grandfather once said in a eulogy he wrote for his mother, ‘the only effect we can have on Love- is, in fact, to ignore it.’ He said this not to suggest that we should deny it as being important, but as quite the opposite.