The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart
The secret anniversaries of the heart.
~ ~ Wadsworth Longfellow
This will be my solitude, to be separated from myself so that I am able to love You alone, to love You so much that I no longer realize I am loving anything. I no longer desire to be myself, but to find myself transformed in You, so that there is no "myself" but only Yourself. That is when I will be what You have willed to make me from all eternity: not myself, but Love.