The Amorous Ramblings of a Man at the End of His Rope

Perception is a formed reality composed entirely of our senses. What we cannot sense never makes it into the grand picture of what we call reality. Likewise, only those things that we can perceive become the clay used to sculpt our worlds we live in. Before I ever met you, you never existed in my reality. I would go from day to day not even acknowledging that you existed. How could I? After all, in my perceived reality, you didn't. But then one day our two little reality sandboxes collided in a most unexpected way. What resulted was a collision that would, unbeknownst to us, create a paradigm that would defy most logic and reason. The 'where' and 'why' of it all does not factor into it. In fact, mostly it was a maelstrom of events that, while may seem chaotic and sporadic in comparison, could not have been more perfect. Our meeting, even if by chance on the lowest order of probability, is an event I will never dismiss no matter how brief.