I’ve been thinking a lot about a string of conversations my friend and I roped or wound the other day, tightly imbedded in our years long friendship lying on the foundation slick with confusion/confliction of the outsiders’ grasp.
I could have posted this publicly, a month ago I carelessly might have and disregarded what anyone thought of it & clearly my process has redirected its course. We know how we feel about each other, therefore we understand that the following excerpt of Dante’s Purgatorio holds zero romantic symbolism for the two of us in union.
When I read it earlier this morning I thought of you as a whole. As my best friend, yes, first and foremost, indeed. I considered our disagreement the other night—or perhaps a misunderstanding is a better term for it—and how throughout the entire conversation it never crossed my mind that, “This could end our friendship.” Fleeting about my mind instead, “I am grateful I love someone (and that someone loves me back) to the degree that I have no fear it would ever end over a petty difference, or perhaps anything.”
It’s difficult for me to show emotions, you know that better than most. It’s not an excuse or a justification, but an acknowledgment. As I’ve explained to you with elaboration at length: I do work on faults I discover. I would not be the person I am today had I not met you or had you not guided me as much as you did and still do.
Throughout Dante Alighieri’s epic poem The Divine Comedy (Inferno, Purgatorio, Paradiso), Dante is led by a shade named Virgil through hell, limbo, and then to paradise where he “sets him free as his own master.” You are my Virgil & I thank you for it.
“I hear love’s voice in every word you say.
Often, indeed, appearances give rise
to groundless doubts in us, and false conclusions,
the true cause being hidden from our eyes.”- Purgatorio by Dante Alighieri
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