It is beautiful, almost divine, to realize that someone is
in love with your mind, your soul, your essence. They disarm you, deconstruct
you, liberate you, and inspire you. They help you to take down all the walls of
the cocoons you have built up around yourself over time, and let them inside;
let LOVE inside, let LIFE inside.
It is confounding how getting to know this someone seems
more like remembering who they are. How their smile, their antics, bring you
closer to the impossible conclusion that you have known them before, loved them
before, in a different time, at a different place, in a different dimension. It
brings you closer to a daunting realization that you were together, and then
apart.
An helpless feeling
of eventual separation dawns upon you.
These people, the window to our souls, help us see who we are.
They clear the clutter; guide us back to where we were supposed to be; change
our thoughts, actions and behavior. Their contribution is crucial, vital, quintessential
to our existence, yet their existence is short lived. Their presence is too overwhelming, too extraordinary, like being touched by an angel.
They soon disappear into
the crowd, from which they had emerged, forever leaving behind the fondest memory
and a lucid realization.