But rather than go through all of my story, I thought I would start with the cliff notes and then just keep my journal updated as it progresses.
Because it is progressing.
But let’s start with the sensible place. The beginning. Maybe… nine months ago?
The First Encounter
It was a Tuesday. Of course it was a Tuesday. Nothing ever happens on a Tuesday, except when everything happens.
I walked into my local coffee shop like I had a hundred times before. Same order, same table, same routine. The owner knows me, I don’t even have to say anything. But spirit had other plans.
That’s when I saw him.
It wasn’t love at first sight. Contrary to what some people will tell you, it’s not always love. Sometimes it can even be anger. The only certainity is that you’ll not miss them.
No, it was more like recognition. Like my soul suddenly remembered something it had long forgotten.
There was an urge. A longing. A pull. I think I actually just stared at him at first. When he noticed, I didn’t even feel that oops I’m staring feeling. I just kept looking.
Our eyes met, and I swear time did that cliché thing where it slows down. Except it wasn’t cliché. It was real, and it was intense, and it was… terrifying.