A message to True, (carried by the wind)

 
“a little bit of magic…………………. (goes a long way)” There are moments when I think that I invented you.  That you are a composite of all the dreams I have ever had, that you don’t really exist.  Then, I remember the awareness of your voice and your true curiosity about who I am.  I remember that you asked me real questions and responded in a real way.  An occurrence so rare I will never forget.  I will never forget You.

There are also moments I think that I have been manipulative.  Should I feel guilt at the responsibility?  Then I remember that we have only shared words with one another. I  could never have navigated the random “meeting” of our souls.  No. I have concluded that someone else designed us.  Some other larger, better mind than our own, brought us to that first moment.  There was a hospital room, and a coat .  Was it a dream I had?  You handed me your precious coat to hold for you.  I am still holding it, thinking of your voice, or your thoughts, or your passion.  And I am still, as unlikely as this may sound, holding on to “True”.  So, find me soon.  Don’t give up looking.  I am here………..waiting.

Yours always, Patience