Receiver thought we all might still be that way if we were never severed so we have to find our Others in people never quite our Others, since we were separated so long we had different half-lives apart, and when they combine we might become more than we would have otherwise. So the terrible black magic act of the Original Demon in dividing people also made some good, just as good magic also causes some bad. It's pretty confusing, but that's the way of the world.

Then Receiver saw walking by the summer field a boy and a girl with golden hair. It was his first love, named Valley, one he followed around in mysterious attraction, but hardly spoke to because he was too shy.

With innocent child love
we touched the earth early,
sweat in the youngblind jumping summer,
when life rouged boldly with baby grabs,
and we charmed wild in the outflung grass,
embraced among butterflies.

But now the boy and girl walked, the boy shy but touching her hand often and she his, and then they sat in the warm summer field. They might have kissed, but since they were children they scarcely knew how, but instead kissed with their dreams, talking of them and the childish fun of summer, and then they walked and picked wild weeds that were in flower in the warm and friendly field.

We once dared
with new unbroken dreams
to open souls,
exposing all creases of contact,
as in our first love,
when we told ourselves naked,
and threw out all we knew
for the chirping love birdling,
bared all in our bubble
that nearly always covered over
with armor plated tears later,
among the shed skin friendships
and fled tellings,
flowers sundered in silence.