I barely remember it, but there was a time when I felt alone. I didn't think of myself as particularly strong, or particularly bright, or particularly loveable or capable or blessed. It's foggy in my mind, but the memories are there - some more clear than others.

It's funny how things change in our lives sometimes, with the merest guestures, or glances, or touches, we can be driven off on some new adventure we never could have imagined. How could I have ever guessed that walking you home from a couple of parties would lead me to fall for you? How could I ever have known, struggling to work out the nerve to ask you out, that today I'd be tapping out this message, struggling to find these words?

When I reflect on it, though, it seems so obvious. Each glance, or touch, or kiss brought us to where we are today. Each hug, each walk, and each fight (such as they are; neither of us is much for fighting): each of these has set the course, one event to the next, and another and another, to today. I'm sitting in the Monroe County Public Library, working on a borrowed Internet connection (lest you catch me working on this at home), writing a web page to pour out my longing.