It's A Kind of Magic

I’m dizzy from all this spinning, now I’m thinking that you did all you could when you said ‘my love, take it slowly.’ --“So Damn Lucky” by Dave Matthews

With our digital age, we don’t always know what to expect. When our identities will be stolen or when our faces will be posted all over the web to be blackmailed later on by a third party. Everyday people meet other people, both in person and online. You’ll be pretty damn lucky to find that one person who just clicks with you on a wide array of topics, both personal and with hobbies.
Let me tell you my story of a kind of love, not sexual love, but a type of “storgē” love. It all started with a ‘friend request’ on MySpace one day, this girl has obviously checked out my page and decided to add me as a friend, the reason why, I’ll get into later. So I check out this girl’s profile page. Oddly enough, I could have sworn up and down my late grandmother’s grave that I’ve seen this girl before; she looked so familiar, and so beautiful. Those big green eyes, those fucking beautiful green eyes, drew me in like a bee to honey. This girl had a form of seductive hypnosis about her in her photos. It was like a piece of art that you couldn’t really get fed up over looking at, and it never ceased to grow old.
So I started writing comments to this girl on MySpace, and she replied. I started asking if she knew me, I also told her that she looked really familiar; she said the same to me. Eventually finding out that she lived in Zanesville, only about thirty miles from me in Cambridge, and I didn’t complain. Luckily we both had Windows Messenger and we exchanged email addresses and talked on there for a good while. I soon realized how quick the scroll bar became only a couple millimeters thick, due to all the text being sent back and forth.
The theory of evolution had started, from flirtatious “little nothings” to sharing our own forms of inspiration with each other. To me, this girl was an urban, indie, earthy chic, and one to gain more than a handful of inspiration and reasons to want and walk through a field of wildflowers on a warm, sunny, Sunday afternoon, living in the fisheye lens, with a cool breeze of about seventy degrees and no humidity, and a lot of humility. The humility I had for this girl was that of unrelenting fascination. I wanted to know more, more about what made this girl tick. Some could say at this time, my mind was blooming as much as those who created the monster called admiration. I actually admired this girl for who she was, along with what she offered. I loved this girl for that same reason; she was great, and one of a kind.
That theory of evolution hasn’t ended either.

© Garrett L. Knott, 2007