I don’t know what it is, but it’s there. This connection I can’t seem to figure out… How do I trust a stranger I don’t even know? Yet, I still do.
She sits tall in her comfy black chair. Her long wavy hair tucked behind her ear and always so well put together, with a pen and notepad in hand.
She looks at me, but it’s not your typical look. Her eyes catch mine and she sees it. It’s like she sees the pain before I even say anything. It doesn’t scare me though, it makes me curious as to what she has experienced to know it.
Sitting there, I question her. Maybe at one point in her life she was broken too. Where the pain had cut so deep, she couldn’t get out of bed. Maybe she sees a little of herself in me. I don’t know, but somewhere along the way, she learned to pick up the broken pieces; because here she is, sitting right in front of me.
She has this spark to her and it glows. She’s patient and gentle, yet, I also see a spunky side to her. Who are you? I say in my head. What is it that is drawing me in?
I believe people come into our lives for a reason. We might not always know the reason, but it’s there. A friend once told me, we have multiple soulmates. One being your spouse and the others being people you deeply connect with. I believe that’s true. Maybe she is one of those people.
Still, I want to know what this connection is and how it formed from the first day we sat down.