It was our first meeting. It changed things for both of us because I was not prepared for you and you were too prepared for us.
The second memory of you:
I didn’t know, an act of kindness will lead you to me.
I didn’t realize the effect it will make on us.
I saw the confusion, surprise and relief in your eyes
When you saw me,
Or maybe it was a reflection of mine.
Then you told me what I was not prepared to know.
Maybe it was too much for be me or
Probably it was too soon.
You were so straightforward and certain,
Which I never dared to be.
It shook me.
More than I would like to admit.
You weren’t wrong, but
Neither was I.
You knew then that I need time.
You gave it willingly but still determined.
I still admired you but the shock had clouded my thoughts.
Even then you understood me.
Understanding and certainty are the second memories of you.