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It truly is a wondrous occurrence, Lee Enfield.
To have you so casually walk into my life when you did. Even if it was more of a stumble.
What's even more miraculous is that you were not off-put by my initial belligerence.
You were patient enough to wait through it and allow me to reveal myself in my own time.

Not only in my own time, but in my own way as well. No one 'gets' me quite like you.
Rarely do I have to explain myself nor do I have to apologize for being myself to you.
I credit that to us holding a lot of the same values, therefore we hold a similar understanding of the world.
And when we do disagree, I don't feel any apprehensions about addressing it with you.

It's your discipline and intelligence, I think, that enables us to be so open with each other.
Am I narcissistically complimenting myself through you? Because we're so similar?
In a way, sure. But that isn't the intent here, rather this writing is in recognition of the triumph of you and us.
A timeless, classic, indomitable partnership in the making.

I have to wonder though, had we met through different circumstances,
Would the outcome have remained the same?

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