My father, rest his soul, had always told me that I would meet a man one day. A man who would someday induce emotions to stir my heart and bring light to my life. His words were so incomprehensible to me at the time. He told me of elaborate tales of a type of fateful meeting that a child could only dream happily about at a tender age. One moment that would change a life forever. Something – magical, he said, something that was like his when he’d first met my mother.
I wish I’d known what that truly meant at the time. But my father had gone earlier than I would have wanted and I was left alone to find it (whatever it was) for myself. Perhaps then – if he were still here – I would have known better. Maybe, before all of this pain… maybe then I would have escaped a long time ago—
… You came to me in the darkness and swept me off my feet before I could even put up a fight.
And from then on, I have ceased to keep searching.
I don’t suppose I have to…
You already found me.