It started with books. I fell in love with the men in the books that I used to read. Then an idea came: Maybe global positioning has something to do with it. Then there were really awful men who couldn’t get over how a woman is completely a different type of universe altogether. Someone they will never be able to reach, as if that’s the whole point. Psychopaths.
Before you know it, something is happening. You’re beginning to realise “this could be real.” You think you can aim for something halfway across the world. You do everything you can to reach out just like Frodo during those final moments inside Mordor with Sam. The only difference is, the Sam in your story wouldn’t want to reach out to take your hand as you’re dangling in that death cliff. Too many reasons. Suddenly, everything feels like it’s more than just a climate change. You realise it is, in fact, a pandemic. And it’s all around you. You wanted to make it stop but doesn’t look like it will anytime soon. Two things you are so sure of: the pandemic will end at some point, and you’re a changed person even before it ends.
These days are renewed every single day. We are closer to each other than ever before. We all feel each other’s pain, joy. We are no longer worlds apart. If it feels that way, it’s only because we chose and we continue to choose to make each other feel that way.
It’s good to figure things out on your own. It’s better to figure things out together. Friendship is always always a good place to start.