Kindred Spirit

De ja vue doesn't describe the experience I had today. I met who I wanted to be in 30 years.

I heard it in her voice when I spoke to her on the phone.

I felt it the moment I drove up to her house, but I passed it off. She had a beautiful house built in a style I liked.

I resisted it when I walked into her house and loved everything I saw. I chided myself for admiring someone else's objects. I was here to see her, not her furniture. I closed my mental eye to the things around me, but I wanted to touch everything.

I knew when I saw her. I don't know how to explain the feeling I got... it was more of an understanding. I knew. I knew what? I don't know, but I understood that the essence of this person I was looking at, was at a level I hope I achieve. I tried to describe the meeting to a friend and he suggested the term kindred spirit.

Kindred Spirit? I feel presumptuous at thinking this about her.

This meeting made me unbelievably sad. For she won't be here much longer and I've only just met her. Is meeting her enough?