Last year, I met one of those people with whom I just clicked, you know? A few minutes into our first conversation, and she and I were nodding at each other.
This person is going to taste my cooking someday, we were thinking.
This person is going to know me. It's not a sexual relationship that I'm talking about. It's that....intensity of conversational energy, that flow, the patter, the rhythm of stories unfolding that gave each of us the subtle clues which said the other person will empathize with your highest highs and lowest lows, more than other people might.
But I'm not as hasty as I once was, so I gave it a year. Waited until I ran into her at the same convention next year, and yes, it was still there. Her boyfriend is feeling it now, too. One of my friends is starting to sense the vibe.
One of us, the ancient tribal drums inside us echo.
One of us. One of us.So when
Porphyria told me she needed to go to Michigan, I knew exactly where we'd be spending the night.
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