The meeting

We came together like atoms in a particle accelerator, magnetism propelling us at higher and higher speeds along our predetermined trajectories, our fates inevitably intertwined by some unseen, unknowable hand. The inevitability of our collision, that day in the coffee shop, the literal impact of hand against hand as we both reached for the sugar, your smile as I bowed gracefully acceding to your superiority in matters sucrose.

We met again, two days later, I sensed in you a kindred spirit, never having been convinced of my possession of a soul, over drinks at the local bar, we talked, nothing small, our minds as connected as our hands had been, fleeting yet powerful, the drinks flowed and our paths become enmeshed, bound to each other, the product of our meeting stronger than either of us.

We met for the final time last week, the plans made over the intervening weeks brought to life, the hasty trips to DIY stores, chemists, kitchenware shops, you smiled at me as you pulled the straps of my backpack, as I pulled yours, and hand in hand we walked to the station and boarded the train….


About Autistic writing

Im 46, autistic and vocal about it, a specialist autism mentor in higher education, embarking on my MEd in adult autism, autistic advocate and campaigner, writer and co-founder of asP - the autism strategy partnership #differentnotdamaged #askaboutasP

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