Many people carry a feeling that connection is rare, that the right person might never appear. And then, somewhere, somehow, they do. Not in a way that fits neatly into expectation, not with a perfect script, but in a way that makes everything else fall away.
The right person doesn’t demand change or perfection. They fit into the spaces we already occupy. They awaken a response we didn’t know we had, make ordinary moments feel sharper, more alive, without needing to shout or force.
Sometimes it’s subtle, a glance that lingers a bit longer, a presence that grounds yet excites, a random request from someone in rugby chat asking if they can PM you… Suddenly it becomes raw, physical, immediate, pulling at nerves we thought were dulled by time or disappointment.
The truth is, those of us who have survived societal expectations that we are somehow “incomplete” without someone by our side, we are not looking for anyone else. We have just tripped over someone whose presence lands with ease, whose energy resonates with ours. Someone whose edges meet ours and make us feel understood, desired, alive.
It may not come when we expect it. It may not look like anything we imagined. But there appears to be someone out there always, who fits into us like it was always meant to be. We just have to recognise it when it arrives.
Et je souris en pensant à lui, parce que dans ce chaos de désir et de patience, il m’a trouvé et ainsi je l’ai trouvé.
Photo by Giuseppe Argenziano
