Romance And Enigmatic Eloquence

It's always odd to me when so much realization falls together at one particular moment. I've heard theories that we get the opportunity to glimpse our future very occasionally and very briefly, if only to refocus our souls. To be totally honest, I'd never given much thought to the theory, nor could I understand how that might come about. That changed tonight. I've had a habit of settling in the romance department, of taking what is presented to me, the easy road, I suppose. I have kept in touch with a friend of mine from training, and e-mails have been exchanged. There's been nothing particularly flirtatious or innappropriate in these emails at any point. I've found this particular man- soldier- to be quite intelligent and interesting, as well as being a hard worker. I have a great deal of respect for him. Tonight, I opened an email from him, and read his telling of a few particularly strong memories he had from his childhood. The stories themselves were interesting, but the manner in which he described them captivated me. The only term I can think to use for it, even now, is a sense of romance. There was nothing even remotely sweet or delicate or Valentine's-Day-like at all about these stories; they were stories of death and fear. The vivid and sensitive details were what gave it the sense of romance, as though it was a paraphrase from a classic novel. It was then that I realized that it was someone with that attention to detail, that receptivity that I needed in my life, and that anything less would be settling. I spoke to him tonight, as well, and realized still more that he had an acute awareness I was ignorant of, and that he'd caught the depth in moments I was sure any human with male organs was doomed to miss. I know better than to presume that this particular man is "The One" but he surely has made me see that there is hope out there for my heart. Just earlier I was wondering what was wrong with me that my heart could not stop wandering so. Perhaps it simply hasn't found it's destination...