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It was a instant connection.
No confusion, entirely free of judgement.
It was weird, he mentioned something in conversation, how it takes people some time to understand his personality. How he works. But it was instantaneous with us.
We talked as if we'd known each other, forever.
Maybe we have, had.
In a previous life, perhaps we met once before.
Were friends.
Maybe childhood buddies.
We passed on the street, we crossed paths.

It was a spark.
A connection.
Frayed on every nerve.
Moths showing their colours.
Fluttering with shattered wings.

It happened so suddenly,
So much in common,
Too entities from entirely different worlds, not so different after all.

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