photography & reflection
I didn’t know at the time, but I was about to fall in love. She took me by surprise.
I didn’t fall in love with her until I met her – really and truly met her. The kind of meeting where you discover the deepest parts of each other, and yet barely touch the surface. It’s the type of love that comes along when you’re not looking, it finds you – she found me.
Our first meeting was marred by a glorious shower which filled me with fear, but at the same time kept me mesmerised. I needed to know more about her. The fragments of her core, her mosaic pieces scattered as far as the heart can feel.
She showed me what it means to love and be loved. She taught me kindness and bravery. She let me explore the hidden parts of her, and shared all the knowledge and wisdom she had to offer. She showed me how to love myself, how to know my worth. She healed me.
In our short time together, she forged a better me. She rekindled a spark in me, and made me want so much more in life. She gave me new life, just as she breathes it into so many others.
Even from here, so many miles away, I feel we’re connected. We were due to meet again, but I guess that will have to wait a while. But when we do meet again, I hope she can show me more, and teach me what it means to be a true Torontonian. She’s the most beautiful city, and I’m stuck here dreaming of being back in her embrace – to feel that kiss of life once more.