I met him because of the internet. Our proximity had something to do with it.
Social media lets me fall in love with tiny bits of his life– his days, his memories.
We don’t really have much, yet. Though both our days include medicating– that’s new.
In person his demeanor is subtle, yet so striking, to my anxious fluctuations.
He makes me shy; his face creates an awe-inspiring smile across mine.
And he’s creative beyond my wildest! His voice; his hands; his fingers: all create beauty in it’s most innocent and provocative form– because I cannot read him yet.
I’ve never met anyone like him.
He sees me.
He cares to know me.
He reminds me–
And this gives me hope.