He Was There

Wow. I looked up and he was just there. I wasn't looking for him. In fact I didn't even want to be there, I tried to get out of going to New York.

He was just there, that first day and every moment of all the next few days, he was there. So connected to me, like I could actually see and feel the glowing red cord between us. Vibrating. A chord between us. Harmony.

He was right there. With his sexy-ass Titus Pullo haircut and his entertaining voices and his technical skills and his vibrant energy that fills whatever space he is in with electricity.

Crazy days of working, crazy nights of passion and talking and acting silly, and then I came home.

I'm left with these things: his tee shirt, which I will never wash; the cork from a bottle of wine we shared; a gum wrapper chain made by my nervous hands when they wanted to be touching him instead. And hope---this ZAP! I thought would occur only once in my life, well here it is again, and this time connected to a man not entirely untouchable and one intrepid enough to confess to being a little bit zapped! by it too. If nothing else, I possess the comforting knowledge that I'm not broken or wasted, I can ZAP! again when properly inspired.

I'm left also with the confusion of conflicting urges--to laugh and cry at the same time. A woman should not indulge in grown-up affairs if she cries like a little girl to see it end.

Did it end? How could it not, I am here.

He is there.

Isn’t it amazing when the universe puts you exactly where you need to be, right when you need to be there, so that something truly extraordinary can happen and change your life? The trick is to get out of your own way so the universe can do its job.

Winter in New York always makes me think of this movie.

ser•en•dip•i•ty - the faculty or phenomenon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought for

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