I just wanted to stare. This face that was so familiar, but so new. The face of someone I loved, but hadn't seen in person before. A face I had seen via video calls, interviews and photos. I wanted to listen to the voice, the one I had heard over the phone, in videos and zoom calls. I wanted to be close, as close as possible to this person who shared DNA with me. This person who shared similar trauma, struggles and victories. The strong draw to him, and the nerves surrounding this meaningful moment, caused a wave of emotion. This face, this voice, this heart, they belonged to my brother. A person I had dreamed about when I was a young girl. A person I felt guilty for wishing for. This meeting that we had wanted to coordinate for a few years, had finally happened and it was so brief, it still breaks my heart it wasn't longer. I left that beautiful weekend replaying it all in my mind, revisiting previous correspondence and dreaming of future moments we would share. I reflected o...
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