Strange Tale of Meeting the One

While watching TV one day, I came across the most beautiful man I'd ever seen, looked into his eyes and straight into his soul. Strange as it sounds, with glass, screen, technology, I knew he was the one for me. I cast the stones to see if it was really meant to be, found his website, sent many emails, received few responses, most very politically correct, short and to the point, "the typical male," but one response was written when defenses were down, sharing innermost desires, secrets, dreams, I felt so privileged being allowed this glimpse into his heart. Right then I knew we belonged together, convincing him was a different story, slowly through carefully constructed emails, I piqued his interests of me, getting him to want to know more. His curiousity aroused, (secretly wishing it was his loins) numbers were exchanged, phone calls were made, laying on the couch trembling with sheer delight of hearing his deep voice, we truly connected. Meeting the gentle soul of a kind hearted man in the flesh is breathtaking. Staring at him over coffee, I knew I was right, but then, I always am, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. Later that day, watching him on the beach, tanned and relax, laying on the sand, catching the last rays of a fading sun, I was reminded, that sometimes the fates can be kind. While being held in those strong arms, I wondered if he was ready to accept what was to be, put aside his fears, and just love me, as i love him, or will he deny his destiny. The choice is his, my heat beats with anticipation, and my soul will wait, forever. Written January 10th, 2002 © on Jan 10 2002 07:21 AM PST   0 • 8