When I am really stressed my mind wanders, of its own accord, down memory lane. The leaves fall gently upon memories long buried and rustle ever so gently, as I brush them aside to take a peek at something which makes me smile.
Like how I came to meet Tommy!
It was words, uttered by me appreciated by him, spoken by him and reflected upon by me, yes, it was words which bought us together. Words of an active mind, controlled by a passionate heart. Words which were a window to his soul. Words which told me more about him, than he would ever want me to know.
It was not so much of the past that we shared, it was always the present. It was always about how much laughter could a moment hold, it was always about bringing a smile. It was not so much about sharing grief, as much as it was about making newer and vibrant memories together. It was not so much about the voyage, it was more about sitting on the shore, with our feet buried in the sand, making the waves hum a jealous tune as our voices carried in their sound the peals of unadulterated joy.
I think its what makes the relation so special ... and sets it apart!