He

He was more than a fantasy, part of a life long dream.

We never saw each other, and very rarely spoke, but cyberspace was lit up with our words.

He played my heart strings like he owned them. He always seemed to know what note to play, what chord to create, to leave a rhapsody lingering in my mind. He would pluck those strings so masterfully, never intentionally pulling to hard, but often stretching them almost to the point of breaking and then easily wave his hand to stop the vibration.

He could get to me. It never mattered how hard I tried to protect myself, no matter what I did to hide my feelings, he was always able to find a way to show up, to get inside the barricades, and say ‘hello.” He was gentle in his dealings with me, even while he had to explain why he was unavailable.

The love I felt for him was real.  It was built upon years of conversations, getting to know him, wanting to have him, and remembering the days of our youth, when we met and he burned an emotional imprint in my heart that was so strong not even time could do anything to decrease it. He often and repeatedly touched my spirit in places only he could reach. His words seduced me and held me close to his heart. 

He loved me. I often wondered if he knew the extent of the power he had over me. I was always thankful that if he did, he never abused it. He could have destroyed my life, but he loved me enough to not let that happen. Unexpectantly, he would say the simplest thing, and whatever lingering doubt I may have had about what was in his heart, would melt away. He was precise in his choice of words and passionate in his expressing them.

It was a love relationship for all times.  Timing was always an issue, but the love and the friendship that was between us, even timing could not stop. We were meant to share each others’ lives, it was destiny.