Falling in Love
Every now and then I encounter someone in the forums and a turn of phrase, a dry humour, catches at the shirt tails of my soul as it drifts by. tugs them, makes me turn to look and I think ah!This is the verge for me. The moment that if cherished and encouraged could pour sweet oils on golden padlocks, preparing them to swing free and open up to friendship, with the flickering of more waiting to be brought on line (no pun intended) if the spark becomes a flame.
I sometimes follow through, a flower with a comment, with smiling words that are an invitation offered so gently that if the interest is one sided the recipient will never know my heart was on the line. I cannot fall in love with strangers but possibility builds such excitement it almost feels like love! That sweeping roller coaster moment when there is no up, no down, when survival and disaster both wait in the balance and no matter which is the outcome there is going to be a fall, from or into grace.
I follow through and then I usually sigh as the petals of the flower that I offered come back to me with courtesy, not interest and my soul tucks in its shirt and drifts on its solitary way, a little bruised, yet joyous in its adventures, looking for its mate.
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