Love letter # 258

I sometimes think you must have fallen from the sky. I, at any rate, did not see you coming.

There was a blink – and there you were. Standing next to me. So beautiful and radiant that I was taken aback. Almost concussed. Not knowing what else to do but go along.

In a way, I dumbly followed you to this place of joy; and you, in turn, led without seeming to lead. So that now we are both here. Together.

The whys and the wherefores merely academic. The destination trumping the journey.