The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances

The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.
Carl Jung
Swiss psychologist (1875 - 1961)

I met you in the depth of despair
Bleeding from my loss
Maternal passing
You…like some divine creature
Spoke and I awoken
Swelled up and came to life…
Kissed I was conquered
Little did I expect to see you again so soon
Or ever
And yet you did call the very next day asking me out for coffee
How simple your logic
How spellbinding your smile
Your kiss
And next I had found that elusive thing I’d not thought possible
L O V E
Like some disease passed from person to person and for which no vaccine has yet been created
And I was smitten/bitten
But the passion played itself out and you were GONE forever I thought
Then by some celestial chance I found your text message
Stored like some chestnut of old on my phone
Dare I call/text/reach out to you so many months later?
And I did!
I remember that first date…
Holding your hand after so many furtive minutes of silence in the theatre
Secretive
Furtive
Passionate
I still remember the trembling sensations that travelled up and down my spine
It was like I was alive for the first time
I remember kissing you that night…
Breathing in your life
Your breath filling me up and inflating my heart
I was sooo ready
Sooo full of possibility
And you were ripe and beautiful and available
And I tasted
I ate deeply
I plucked from the tree and bit deep
Full contact
All teeth into the ripe apple/pear/peach
And I bit hard and deep
And away came all the luscious fleshy fruit and you were exquisite
Those days/weeks/months were divine
And no matter what I shall always have that
You are/were my life my love my joy my everything
How did I exist before you?
I ask myself still: was that a dream or real?
And yet you are here…still…with me…alive and breathing into me.
I still l o v e you
I still w a n t you
I still n e e d you