My life is often very unpredictably wonderful. I have a strange affliction which causes me to collect moments of poignancy by sheer chance; without allowing time for the full experience to sink in. People, it seems, are the way in which my happy moments manifest themselves. I have a peculiar habit of collecting people as I pass through life and seem to lack an inability to walk away with no effort to bind them to me safely. It's what I like, it's what makes me tick. I find myself entirely blessed by the fact that I do often meet people who blow my mind and affect me in a way which can't be communicated externally. I hold a passion inside of me which is put there by others and their unintentional marks on my heart.
With this in mind, I would like a few words said about recent people experiences.
THE FRENCH MAN: Met in London with a group of friends. The French man had such a super friendly and kind face and an approachable glow, cemented inside a huge floppy smile. I introduced myself and found that the French man, Andreas, was absolutely French and indeed could not speak a word of English. He chose to deposit a pint of beer at my table and smile sweetly. Thanking him, I began the tentative first steps to initiate a conversation in French. By the end of the evening we found ourselves embroiled in an unspoken agreement to communicate in broken words and gestures and by having direct eye contact with lots of expression. Such an oddly intimate experience, it was only in hindsight and with a hangover the following day that I realised what a wonderful experience it had been. I mean, fate introduced me to this wonderful stranger and I experienced a whole catalogue of smiles that night which would never otherwise have been felt. I'll never forget my four hour friend, Andreas...
It's just one example of how life proves it's magnificence at times. I'm hopeful there will be many others!
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