The Click

People have all kinds of words to describe how they feel when they meet someone and it just feels right. There was a spark, a feeling, a lightening bolt. For me, it was a click. I looked at him, he looked at me, and we both kind of felt the need to talk to each other.

It was the kind of flow that you have with someone you've known for years. You don't talk over each other because you know the rhythm of the way they talk, the conversation hardly has any gaps because you both follow exactly what each other is saying, and the gaps you do have are completely comfortable.

Even just standing close to him, although what we were doing wasn't particularly affectionate or intimate (it involved rubber gloves, pliers, and his fingers pinching my lip), it was like we fit. Everything was right, and I don't know how to explain it. It was like everything just lined up and fell into place, things that seemed irrelevant in the scheme of things suddenly made sense. Things like why I was short, why I ended up having the piercings and tattoos that I had, why I was wearing the shoes I was, why my lip stud randomly fell out, why I walked into that particular place at that particular time. Every concious and subconcious decision I had made that day had led me into something that I've wanted for so long.

And you know the saying, good things take time? They do, but great things happen all at once. It just works from the start, things happen and fall into place and it hardly feels like you have to work for them, because if it was meant to happen at the present time, it would happen regardless of what you did or didn't do.

In a matter of two days, things have changed already. Things are happening. And while previous mistakes are holding me back from saying too much, simply because of the fear of jinxing things, I have a feeling that things are happening the way I want.

It's weird though, because although it brings out the best in me and I'm happier and lovelier to people, it also brings out the worst. I'm so scattered, I ended up getting a chicken and bacon baguette for lunch after we met the first day, when in truth, I don't eat anything but the lettuce. Kerby was well stoked that he got a free lunch though. I became more clumsy than usual- I couldn't even walk in a straight line. I was hyperactive, I was impatient and distracted, I was moving at a hundred miles an hour and my mind was locked on one thing. It was like my dyspraxia was intense and invisible at the same time.

But you know, all things considered, I wouldn't give it up. Every inconvenient and sucky thing that I manage to do because of this is so incredibly worth it for The Click.