I will never be able to convey the feeling that I experienced when I met Her about 4 months ago. All of you know the feeling, it's nothing unsung, there just are no words to salute it enough.
Before I met her, I was probably the happiest I had ever been in my life. After all the suffering, angst and existential crises of my teenage and early adult years I felt I had finally found myself. I was content, life was grand. I had everything, I didn't even want to use drugs because I was naturally so happy all the time. Then, one ordinary Friday evening like this, my phone beeps. I had Tinder installed at the time just for fun, we matched. I was sitting on my computer doing stuff I normally do, sober, which was unusual at the time. It was Friday, I am always taking something on Friday evenings after a long week to relax. It's my gift to myself, to enjoy and let go after a long week of studying/working/whatever. I like to be alone.
I checked my phone and thought: this girl looks nice. Oh, she likes Shpongle! She must be something not so ordinary, like all the girls I've dated over the years. I instantly messaged her. I was so happy at the time I shared the most important things about me almost immediately. Stuff like what I like, what I do, what I'm interested in. She did the same and writing with her felt easy, harmonic. I asked if she wanted to come over the next day so we could get to know each other better. She said she will think about it and would really like to come. I didn't know what to expect so I didn't have any expectations other than the adventure of meeting a new person.
So in the morning when I woke up she had texted me something, I don't remember what it was but soon enough it became clear that she would hop in to the bus later that day. I was excited, went to the grocery store and bought all kinds of food if she were to stay over the night so she could feel like home. I was impressed that she was so audacious to come to my place without even talking with me on the phone beforehand...
to be continued