Where it began

It began, simply enough, with a touch and an ordinary statement. What was different, though, was how the touch affected me and lingered throughout the day. I didn't want to believe it meant anything, but it did, so it couldn't be denied. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched him all day and didn't allow for any interaction to occur until later that night. Perhaps it was the darkness of the evening or the glow of the campfire, but something gave me permission to carefully begin, or in this case, continue, my journey toward him. As I would soon discover, my soul would collide and connect with his, and our lives would never be the same.