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We were both so similar in many ways. We were both lost. I was lost from the storm that left my world more desolate than ever. Alone, I was recovering from major surgery and a first love’s broken heart.
His world was unsteady like a makeshift boat with no sails to give direction. He floated on, sinking deeper into the oceans- depression. He was almost lost until the sun rose again and he built a small sail in its warming rays. It warmed him but he still felt his heartbeat with no passion, it was beaten. It almost wanted to reject the sun, reject trusting it would rise every morning to him.
So even with the sail, he started building, he had no direction. There was no wind.
We connected on our phones. I was afraid to meet so I postponed our first meeting.
We did finally meet.
You’re not supposed to kiss on the first date- especially your first kiss. But we both did anyway.
We watched stupid movies on a couch.
You’re not supposed to intimately feel each other. But I could feel both our need. It wasn’t of lust or desire. It was the need to be felt and to be touched, tenderly, and completely.