I Believe In Miracles
Ten weeks ago today, it happened.
Like many life-changing events, it started simply enough. A fortuitous accident; a few casually-chosen words at the right time; nothing extraordinary at all. But who could ever have foreseen what would come of it?
Seventy days ago we connected, or more truthfully, reconnected. You had long departed my little corner of the world. I truly never expected to run into you again. My life seemed bleak, for a number of good and, in hindsight, not-so-good reasons. And then, all of a sudden, there you were -- with those few simple words -- somehow, magically, touching something deep inside of me -- something I had denied even existed anymore.
Through these weeks, countless (well, in truth, I counted but I’m not telling) messages, hours of conversations and even more hours of contemplation have resulted in profound changes in me. Laughter and joy have returned to my world. Quiet conversations at 3 am, the hour when reason sleeps and demons cavort, brought peace to my troubled heart. You quietly, but insistently, made me look at things differently. My past. My present. Even my future.
You are one of the most beautiful human beings I have ever encountered. You have the warmest, most empathetic heart I have ever known. You are funny, intelligent, witty, kind, thoughtful, sensual and so much more that it would take a page to enumerate (and you would blush terribly, so I’ll stop). And for some reason that I hope I will never really understand, you care about me. You see things in me that I never thought were there. You believe in me in those moments when I can’t seem to believe in myself. You help me be better, stronger, healthier and happier. You are changing me.
Perhaps the biggest miracle of all is that it seems that I bring some good to you as well. I love hearing your laughter, when you don’t feel like laughing. I love bringing comfort to your heart when the world weighs heavy on you. I love being there in those moments that you need someone. And I adore the many, many good times.
Thank you, my beautiful friend. Happy ten weeks.
Like many life-changing events, it started simply enough. A fortuitous accident; a few casually-chosen words at the right time; nothing extraordinary at all. But who could ever have foreseen what would come of it?
Seventy days ago we connected, or more truthfully, reconnected. You had long departed my little corner of the world. I truly never expected to run into you again. My life seemed bleak, for a number of good and, in hindsight, not-so-good reasons. And then, all of a sudden, there you were -- with those few simple words -- somehow, magically, touching something deep inside of me -- something I had denied even existed anymore.
Through these weeks, countless (well, in truth, I counted but I’m not telling) messages, hours of conversations and even more hours of contemplation have resulted in profound changes in me. Laughter and joy have returned to my world. Quiet conversations at 3 am, the hour when reason sleeps and demons cavort, brought peace to my troubled heart. You quietly, but insistently, made me look at things differently. My past. My present. Even my future.
You are one of the most beautiful human beings I have ever encountered. You have the warmest, most empathetic heart I have ever known. You are funny, intelligent, witty, kind, thoughtful, sensual and so much more that it would take a page to enumerate (and you would blush terribly, so I’ll stop). And for some reason that I hope I will never really understand, you care about me. You see things in me that I never thought were there. You believe in me in those moments when I can’t seem to believe in myself. You help me be better, stronger, healthier and happier. You are changing me.
Perhaps the biggest miracle of all is that it seems that I bring some good to you as well. I love hearing your laughter, when you don’t feel like laughing. I love bringing comfort to your heart when the world weighs heavy on you. I love being there in those moments that you need someone. And I adore the many, many good times.
Thank you, my beautiful friend. Happy ten weeks.
61-69, M
