Remember when you met me for the first time?
You said something so trivial, so silly… And thinking about it now, it seems so meaningless, the conversation we had. Our first conversation.
My responses were silly too, blunt even.
I didn’t know you. You didn’t know me.
Yet we both were hoping for the start of something more meaningful…
You asked me what I did, where I lived, what made me smile… And I proceeded to ask you the same.
What did it matter right? What either of us did, where we lived, or what made us smile.. But we talked about it anyway.
We laughed at the silliest things. We tried to sound smarter than we were letting know. We were nervous, unsure, sceptical, a tad bit scared even.
But we still talked.
And the thing that hits me the most… about that conversation we had…
That was the best part of our relationship.
The two of us, strangers, exploring each other, looking for that something that would make us feel like we belonged to each other…
Do you remember that?
Do you remember how brief that first meeting was?
Funny isn’t it? We kept it brief, as if to show we didn’t really think about each other that much. As if to show the meeting was in fact… just another meeting.
But it wasn’t, was it?
I don’t believe there’s such a thing as “just another meeting”.
Do you remember going back home and thinking about me, as I did about you?
Wishing you had perhaps found a chance in our brief silly conversation, to take my number. Laying in bed later that night, didn’t you wish you could just talk to me some more?
Do you remember that?
Do I remind you now, of the time we finally did exchange numbers?
Of how excited we were, but didn’t want to show it to the other, and so we stalled.. Held back from sending messages.. from calling.
While all you wanted to do was start another conversation…
It makes me smile now.. the time we finally did send messages to each other… We talked about ourselves more… Explored each other more…
Do you remember that intimacy we shared?
Do you remember telling me about yourself, while I told you about me…?
The questions we asked… The way we tried to understand each other… all the while, looking for those quirks that we shared that would make us bond more intimately.
You remember don’t you…
I do. All the time.
And to me, this was the best part of our relationship.
This is the best part of any relationship.
When you don’t know, but are willing to learn about each other…
When you don’t expect a thing, and so every little thing I say warms your heart in the slightest…
When I can look forward to something new, which is you.
Do you remember this? Stranger…
Does it feel like we’ve met before?