The words reverberated in my soul. I saw them in the curtains of my bedroom, written brazenly, and was surprised that my husband could not see them. I saw the words in the dark grey ink headline of the newspaper I looked at but did not see. I mumbled these words brushing my teeth and wrote them on the glass condensation as I showered.
For a year now, I had clandestinely chatted with this online stranger. The chats had moved to emails, terse and formal at first, long winded and confessional next. This man was an echo of my soul. Someone who understood me, my emotional needs and whose soul also sought some of the balm that I could provide.