An uneasy approach to a new proposition

I feel like I’m tiptoeing on eggshells.

I wanted to approach you about being friends

But sometimes perceptions can be damaging.

Finally the courage and a few quick chats

Over lunch and business correspondence.

We dabbled in the genesis of camaraderie

And I found that the feelings were mutual.

Now we gab for hours about nothing in particular

Weaving layered webs of intricate conversation.

In a refreshing spring of honesty and vulnerability

We open our innermost closets so our skeletons can breathe.

Elated to have someone with whom I can finally connect

My heart smiles on and on . . .

I feel such a bond between you and me,

Like we’re long-lost soul mates from a reincarnated past.

How is it that someone so opposite can be so much like me?

How is it that we haven’t been friends forever?