I have met someone, he makes me smile he makes me wonder about new possible ways I could feel about my life feelings I had only thought existed in only the land of film or fantasy. I have yet to experience them. I have only encountered a scent. The only way he breathes the only way he talks the only way he moves his body in reaction to the things I say that are important to me, is his way. My way in nature pairs with his breath. Never have I been able to feel this way about a man in my life, for I have met men, I have met men of lust, men consumed by the ideas of materialistic fantasies. It has only just begun and it is not love at first sight but I knew I had an interest from the start, the interest was all lost in translation. Morals and right of ways. He confessed his feelings for me then days later I then did the same.