Old Soul...

I met a man once, met him in every aspect of the word. And though it was only virtual, it was the closest thing to reality!! He had rhythem from word go(literally),He said he was a young man with an Old man's Soul! Old Soul, I'd call him Old Soul, he'd call me Soul sister! I don't know why,I don't know how,but I opened up to him, stripped my existance naked for him to read, and he read me well! I felt understood, and known too. We'd have nocturnal telephone conversations, where I'd find my self crying, and Old Soul wiping away my tears with his words,never trying to change me, never telling me I needed help. Long after the conversation, his voice,his laughter would resound in my ears!There was nothing mediocre about what we shared! Every moment was meant to be savoured. I'd often muse at how sentimental I'd become! And I didn't caree,those rare, unique moments when, I smiled, it was genuine,REAL! Damn it, it was REAL!! And though those moments are gone,with just memory to appertise the mind, and bring back those recollections of long ago, I feel good! Nostalgia becomes that warm blanket on rainy days!And it long dawned in me that such moments are not to last a lifetime,only just a certain time, when you watch them fly, relinquish your hold, only then will you know, you willed yourself to live and grow,in the eyes of another!:).....That young man, with an Old Man's Soul!!!