Feb 22, 2012 01:42
This might sound psycho but I believe that if the two of us were born a thousand years ago in what is now modern Swaziland, to different parents than we have now, with different skin than we currently possess and were raised to speak a language other than English, that we would still recognize each other.
What I see in your eyes goes beyond language to some sort of gateway. There is a shorthand between us that makes most communication seem banal by comparison. I don’t know if I’d call it a psychic connection, a really similar set of pheromones or even just my overactive imagination. But I know I feel it truly and deeply.
It makes the words we say to each other into a random collection of noises that we’re making with our mouths. We were raised to speak English so it is English we are speaking to each other but that’s of no consequence. We might as well be humming music or reciting random Swedish dictionary entries.
My memories of you are clearer than my memories of other experiences. I’ve felt this way very rarely about a very few other people. The connection has always felt eternal to me but so far, in my life, in a linear-time way, it hasn’t been. I hope that isn’t the case but I’m willing to accept it if it is.
I’m glad I survived long enough to meet you and that is all I can say about that.
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