Skip to content

“Our story”

March 12, 2013

The people in my life who are most significant are people whose significance has crept up on me. People I happened to meet at some thing because of some reason, and after a while it slowly became important. No big kaboom. No identifiable Moment when it all Started. Some of the people I love most dearly, I can’t even remember exactly how or where we first met.

Even the one who is of most significance hardly impinged on my notice to begin with. But then, she did start the whole thing invisibly, as just one cell. Two half-cells. She grew on me though. In me, anyway. And I exercised a choice to let her.

I’m glad I did.
And I’m glad I had the option not to.

[TOMW]

Advertisements
No comments yet

Comments very welcome!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: