There was once a path that led me to you. It began with that first glance. That first innocent step. There were common interests. Ultrarunning, obviously. Charity. Giving. A gap in our lives that needed filled.
I remember that innocence. But also that feeling of something more. Something you had that I craved. Something I desperately wanted. And you knew that. You fed on that. You took care to share with me. Everything I wanted, needed, to hear. You said all the right things. You had all the right responses. You had a spirit which spoke to me, in many languages.
Who was this person? How is it that we found each other? I asked this of you often-later. I could not imagine that this person, you, wanted anything to do with me. Not certainly in the sense I thought that our conversations may be leaning towards.
Our messages became more intimate. We shared our our goals, our ambitions. Now I know it was only me sharing my dreams. You weren’t sharing anything. You had no goals. No ambitions. You had one thing on your plate.
I should have been more cautious. I should have seen the signs.
Julie's Trails and Trials 