It was just one of those times that life seemed to be playing a little game with me...
I was right there, listening attentively, when the ultimate confession came. Then a suave smile appeared on my face, followed by the look meaning: "I knew it!". Right after that, I felt the little incision on my skin, immediately followed by the ache penetrating my body inch by inch. The pain had already captured my body when the confession got more intense.
As the words came out, I felt the same familiar feeling inside. It was unexplainably fascinating to understand the person right in front of you that clearly, that exactly. But it was possible at the same time; I was in the same shoes long before. The same experience, the same hesitancy, the same dilemma along with the same curiosity and excitement.
It was a small rabbit in front of a hole in the ground, hesitating to enter and worried about never getting back on surface, but curious to know what's inside, and it'll never be completely satisfied unless it gets in. I knew that rabbit; I knew it very well, indeed.
I told my story... It was self nourishing as it was pragmatic. But it the end I could not still believe how shocking it was to find out that there is one other person that experiences exactly the same that I've gone through. It was interesting to realize how I could utterly and truly feel what the other feels. How unexpectedly sentimental and heartbreaking...
