To wander a moor is an enchantment that both warms and chills, and that day was no different. Within the desolation, within a wintry wind, heather blossoms leapt as bonny flames. The sun hugged low to the hills, either rising or setting, I can’t recall which. You’d think I would, wouldn’t you? Because that is the day we met, he and I. Upon that silver-green expanse, so kissed with ‘top of the rainbow’ hues, his silhouette grew details. As our eyes met, my lungs took in the fresh air to maximum and my heart gained a lively rhythm.
Meeting someone gives that me-ting, that tingle of joy. I love it. I love getting together with old friends and new, chatting and passing the time in these sweet bonds of friendship.
When you meet your other half, even if you are entire as an indivual, there is a sense that you still add up to one, as if 1 +1 somehow equalled 1. Perhaps meeting someone is kind meeting sum-one.
Meeting someone new is a divine pleasure. Regardless of how things turn out, I love the dance that begins. The most important idea is to be able to get a true feeling for who they are over a few weeks and months without ever forming an opinion of them. You let them develop as a old polaroid photograph, nice and slow. Perhaps they are a life long friend, a lovable rouge or a person too damaged to give in an emotionally warm and nurturing way. So, my new friend, all I can say is I am glad we met.
Meeting friends online was a step up from conversations with the mirror but not much. Every group self selected to become a crazy echo chamber. There was no loyalty, no real life connection, yet everyone craved it like a drug. If you didn't have insane amounts of "likes" who were you anyway?
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