You imagined who you could have been with her. You liked that person. You didn’t like her, you liked the idea of her. You liked the idea of you with someone like her. The reality is, you are not that person. You are not that person because you didn’t grow with her to become that person.

You asked all of her favourite things. You asked and nearly fell off your chair as she answered. There was no wrong answer for her. You were so unhappy in your own world that anything she said made you envision a life with those favourite things. She said all the right things without even trying.

You watched her movements - her freedoms with her limbs - a direct reflection of how she operates. You watched her move around, fluttering almost. You imagined a world in which you fit into those movements. But, you don’t. You don’t fit in among those movements because you didn’t grow that way.

When you spoke she heard the things you didn’t say. You pulled you out of you. She asked questions of your soul, awakened something. Conversation was alive and nothing she asked was off limits. With her, you felt yourself wide open and exposed. She evaluated your answers, making mental notes. It appeared to her as if you’d never been challenged, as if you craved the challenge.

The beautiful thing about her is how she makes people feel. In her presence others come alive; if they don’t, she doesn't waste another moment there. You felt yourself come alive next to her. In her presence you saw who you might have been if you grew so tended to, challenged, and free. You took from her light and offered up glimpses of who you could be, who you wanted to be, but not who you are.

She’s a light; flickering and alive.

You - you were just a moth drawn to the flame.