When we met, we were polite and awkward like all new friends. I knew I liked you, but I didn’t understand you. You were bright, colourful, full of life. I was hesitant, shy, self-conscious. You were always busy, sometimes it felt like I was in the way, but your smile reassured me. You fed me, food and experiences I had never tasted. Flavours I long to taste again.
You reminded me of a simpler way. You were detached from possessions but dependent on nature. Sometimes you opened up, you spoke of your pain, your loss, your sorrow. I listened. You were hot and cold, sometimes it felt like you were angry, like you were testing me. But I learned, behind that intensity was a calmness, an inner peace, an acceptance of the extreme emotions you feel.
I hope we will meet again, and like old friends we will embrace and reminisce of that time we first met.