Unsure of companionship this night I was intrigued on seeing you in person. We went back and forth through messages to make sure this was something we really wanted to do. Moments before your arrival I’d tidied up my home and showered. It felt like a blind date almost, but the only thing was … we weren’t set up though we had mutuals. When I first laid eyes on you, I wasn’t pleased as much as I’d hoped. You looked sort of different from your pictures, but maybe it was the lighting because when I looked into your eyes as you handed me those beautiful flowers I could have melted. Later into the night I learned interesting facts about you and you, me. Perception and connection were a level we’d partook. I honestly didn’t want the night to end, but just as it does, it did. I walked you to the door and you looked at me with those cinnamon-colored eyes and kissed me on the cheek. I smiled as you took two steps away. You turned to look at me one last time and I wanted you to stay.

Dear reader,

We are not really strangers when the walls are dropped and shared experiences connect us.