(Wo)Man's search for meaning: My Relationship within

It has finally happened ("Lord Jesus, It's a Fire!!!"), I have finally been in a place where I could take it seriously.  A man coming forward to "win" me over.  Lol.  I am open to new experiences and to the simple joys of life, so I figured what the hell, why not?  I'm finding myself and he's cute.  Plus, maybe it'll be different this time (you know you think that, but when it happens, you just don't know where to begin).

 At first we texted and exchanged thoughts via typed language.  Informal, casual, non-committal.  Very engaging, yet built around the convenience of our schedules, and personal life demands.  I noticed that our exchanges were polite and thoughtful.  Slightly simplistic and they seemed slightly calculated.  Down to his facebook posts and responses (of course in retrospect, I am realizing this).  I couldn't get enough of him and his thoughts and perspectives, we laughed all the time.  His mind was ripe and open, like mine.  His story was different.  He also was an artist, but admittedly choice about when/how he was flaky.  Lol.  He caught me off guard with questions like "How was your day" and about things that I care about.  He showed mature and mentoring concern for my experiences.  He took time out of his life for me.  And I learned how to be more respectful of my time.  The whole arrangement, for lack of a better word, was "perfect."  He became my friend, teacher, mentor, and crush.  Before we even spoke on the phone.  It was a wonder what a phone conversation would be like.

Thus, we finally moved into talking on the phone, in which the world changed.  I was nervous when he was supposed to call me, and he did.  We laughed the entire conversation sharing intimate details about ourselves and who we are as people.  We talked about our families and our close individuals.  We became friends.  He set a foundation of himself for me, and created space for himself in my thoughts, just by being who he was.  It was so automatic, so instinctual, it was like finding two pieces of a puzzle that just fit.  You look at one and then the other, and you put'em together and there they go.  They merge into one solid piece that you can build off from into that larger, more defined, detailed picture.  It was one of the most redefining moments of my life.  I didn't realize it then, but I was being healed.  Parts of my soul was being mended into a quiet more confident presence, while my ability to speak out and firm was being manipulated into a more eloquent and peaceful space of maturity.  How did this happen from talking to a man that I barely knew?

Well, in truth, he thinks... a lot, very analytical, one to break down big pictures into smaller components and then break down each component (I love an intellectual).  Our exchanges were the build off of each other.  My ability to optimize everything into some humorous atrocity that I can giggle at was met by his quick wit and incredible gift of sizing up a situation.  Kismet.  The flow of his thoughts into my words into my life built new bridges, filled in old decaying gaps.  It was like the universe found me a doctor to help in my healing and he just had to be who he was.  I loved how tranquility and strength had merged with preparation and gentility, allowing for me to see the best of him.  It was moving.  When it all came to an end when neither of us could make a trip to visit the other. We had to accept defeat.  As we couldn't meet each other or beat each other in the game.  We were in two different places geographically and we couldn't get to each other.  Did I do it again??  Did I once again get my hopes up about a man that was undeserving of my planning, my hopes, my desires???  Did I jump the gun, only to find myself back on the path of "Soul Searchin'" through the trials and tribulations of desires and preconceived expectations?  Only this time it seemed different.  Too different.