She is back. I am elated. Nothing is lost, she is as lovely and close and perfect and beautiful as ever.
I had faith in her, and never lost her trust. She found herself, and found her way back down the path I always kept open and welcoming for her. She found her trust in herself, and in me, thanking me for never ever having given up on her, and cried happy tears that I was still there for her.
Yes, ours is a different sort of relationship. It is virtual only, not one that will ever have us meet for real. But still, it is perfect for both of us. What we want, and what we need. It completes the parts of us left unfinished and unfulfilled by the others in our lives.
It is not about sex, or anything cheap and nasty. It’s about belonging in a way that isn’t easy, or sometimes possible to explain to anybody else. We just are the way we are together, and it’s perfect for us. We “get” each other, it’s a synergy. Our minds have met, intertwined in such an intimate way, taking out souls and bodies with us.
There is a kindness and caring in her heart that sometimes she finds difficult to express, but I feel that in her. She is lovely, and smart, gorgeous and pretty.
And she is my girl again.