Most of you I like, some of you I admire, a few of you I find suspicious. I might even fancy three of you, have a crush on two, and be hopelessly in love with… But I shall not give any names.
I follow most of you because I genuinely like your prose, verses, paintings, or good sense. I follow some of you because I like who you seem to be. I also follow a few for no other reason that I love your Gravatar.
Whether you follow me because you like my posts, or my hat, or me, or just because I’ve followed you first,
Whether you press like after reading my posts or you don’t,
Whether you comment on most of my posts, or on a few, or on none at all,
Whether I know you by your first name and you know me by my first name or I don’t know your name and you don’t know mine,
Whether I’ve named one of my stories after you, or sent you a poetical email, or a song about a poet, or told you I liked your writing much and sent some imaginary troubadours under your window to sing you serenades and you thought I was flirting with you and kicked me out of your peculiar blog,
Whether you sent me a 50-word story, or a compliment, or asked for an inconspicuous way to leave me a message and I, romantic fool that I am, dared to hope you wanted to talk about waltzing butterflies and white rose petals, and it turned out you only wanted to point out a grammatical miss take I’ve made in a one-month-old post, I just wanted to say that…
We might not know each other well enough to call ourselves friends,
But we have stopped being strangers when we began to read each other’s blogs.
We are snowflakes in the same snowstorm, droplets of water in same ocean, leaves on the same tree, clouds on the same sky, colors in the same rainbow, mischievous atoms on the same giddy planet…
There’s something going on between us. Can you feel it too?(Republished to celebrate getting Freshly Pressed!)