This might start to read like an exert from the movie “A Christmas Carol.” It was like that after a while. I remember it was a cold night and I went to bar that I frequented. Now when I say I meet my “twin”, let’s remember that technically everyone is. And to be honest, I had meet many along the way. But when I look back this encounter was bigger than the others. Not so much for the relationship but more for the aftermath. It pushed me toward another road. It might not mark the start of my journey but it was a major fork in the road.
Yes, he was tall, dark and handsome. All my twins were. We normally make them look similar so they are easy for us to spot. I digress. Where was I? Yes, a cold winter night a few days before Christmas. Funny as I write this, Christmas would become a big marker for me. It would be both a time of starts and stops. Maybe because of the stillness of that time of year. It has a certain magic to it. Then ending of one year and the promise of the next.
I was arriving and he was leaving.
