messages became more urgent and full of eagerness to find a way for
them to meet in "person" again. It was an alluring idea at first until she
started worrying about all the "what-ifs". What if age difference
mattered , what if height was an issue, what if they weren't compatible,
what if they weren't physically attracted to each other? He seemed too
good to be true. What if this wasn't even real?
what if it was, and none of those other things mattered? Maturity and
time had narrowed her list of "must-haves" in a partner, to the
meaningful concerns. She had come to see through to the heart, past the
eyes-only perspective. In a non-standard way, as appreciation for life
and how fast it can change and be gone had given her an incomparable
perspective on life and the values in it.
would never know unless they gave it a shot. So it was decided to
attempt it, and let the fusing of space between them determine the
outcome. She knew she would be loyal and committed. He was sure he could provide her what she needed and he wanted her to give him a chance to try.
a mechanic, fixing things was his specialty. He felt equipped to mend
the broken wing and heart of an angel that was part of her past; a
pre-existing make-up, although he did not know the cause. She, though
timid and nervous about it all, was reluctantly willing to take another
chance. And perhaps because of the security of space, it obscured and
muddled her legitimate reservations.