I just got started dating again. Surprise, surprise! Yes, it was as much a surprise to me as it was to the person I am with. Neither of us was really looking for this – neither of us went out searching for a relationship, per se. We both just wanted to talk because the walls around us felt sometimes as if they were crowding in, and nights were getting too quiet and lonely alone. I think we were both looking for a kind person to talk with, to discuss movies or current issues or whatever. Just having another voice to listen to – that was all we wanted.
What we got was so much more. Isn't it funny how, when you are not looking for something you find it? It's that treasure that you lost a long time ago, so long ago you never thought to even bother looking for it. But suddenly, here it is, and it's even more shiny and beautiful than you ever remembered it being.
We've even questioned the whole experience – is this real? Is it really happening? Maybe, I wonder, we just wanted it so bad that we have convinced ourselves that something is there when it's not. But, no, nothing, not even my vast and expansive imagination could even begin to dream up what is actually going on. And proof of this should be the effect it is having on me. Me, the realist, no nonsense, get-to-the-point person (okay, I do have a great imagination as a writer, but in day-to-day life I'm more of a "just the facts, ma'am" person). I am completely, and fully immersed and I'm having, as they say, the time of my life.
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