I love a man who understands speed limits. I encountered such a man in my life recently. There’s definitely a spark. But he has a speed limit. How unusual. It’s like leaving a piece of candy uneaten on a plate for several hours. Or refusing to finish a great book.
Instead of rushing like a hunting bird of prey or observing without engagement there is a peaceful thrushing of far away wings which is only happening once a day around 4 PM Eastern time.
It’s so much less terrifying. This could go on forever. I have no idea what happened in his life between the time we were both in our 20s and now maybe 45 years later. It’s just pleasantly comforting to know that he is there and I am here and we are psychically brushing against each other like the white wings of the butterflies in my garden.