Simon and Garfunkel "Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme/She once was a true love of mine."
Bob Dylan "If you're traveling to the North Country Fair... Remember me to the one who lives there/ She once was a true love of mine."

wise men and artists, their implications. that true love once was and continues to be transient. where it was once transcendent. true love is simply another way to identify and segregate. making one love more important than the other. always the other.

the other love is purer, simpler, without discussion. the other love has a carry on that fits under the seat. the other love is always safe and kind. the other love can't break you, jade you, and always makes the right choices. the other love has others and others that are mere and meaningless and the other love is the true love that once was and will always remain true to the memory of something else that probably never existed.

then there is the this love. this love is sticky and wet. this love is scary and gravity defyingly precarious. this love is hungry and needy. this love is smuggling in deception and thievery. this love is long discussions about the other love and even longer discussions about how this love could never be the other love.

only, in the end, there is really only this love. only this love is true.