Beginnings are sudden, but also insidious. They creep up on you sideways, they keep to the shadows, they lurk unrecognised. Then, later, they spring. It's a lot easier to say when something ended rather than when it began. Most of us can recognize the end from a mile away, but the beginning always slips up on us, lulling us into thinking what we're living through is yet another moment, in yet another day. Yet with you I knew from the second we first met, that this was the insemination of something beyond my understanding. I had this profound suspicion that somehow every path I've ever walked has been in preparation - shaping and moulding my soul to be compatible with yours. Perhaps such thinking is foolish, and I am far too old to believe in magic - but as it turns out, that has never stopped me before.
