Is it
providence or just plain
dumb luck when at the lowest point in which you must simply
accept the fact that one of the most
perfect symbiotic relationships has ended that a
new face appears and suddenly I'm
captivated?
This is not the same.
Who was so clever to design it when at the end of an era a new door opens and this time I am the one to impart knowledge and learn a little more along the way?
This is not the same.
I was speechless last night when you sat at my computer and pored through my bookmarks, noting that you are fascinated in the same things I am. I couldn't think straight when the things that came out of your mouth mesmerized me as if it were September all over again but different.
This is not the same.
This time, I feel nothing. Is it in reality nothing or is this the opportunity that I tried too hard and missed?
This is not the same.
It feels so familiar.
This is not the same.
I will not turn this into that. You are unique, individual. I will take this for who you are in this moment, not picking up where another left off. But it will be difficult.
This is not the same.