have a sip of tea - life at first stranger

have a pot of tea.

imagine sipping from a warm pot of tea.

when you take that first sip,

what type of tea did you imagine drinking?

is it light?

bitter?

sweet?

was the flavor,

a delicate blend of chamomile and honey?

soothing your senses with its gentle sweetness?

'cause in a world transformed by a pandemic,

a pot of tea became a sanctuary.

its warmth embraced us,

a refuge from realities.

throughout the pandemic,

our lives transformed in unpredictable ways.

in that tranquil moment,

dreams are woven into reality.

dreams intertwined with reality,

a tapestry woven with hope and hardship.

so did you dream a dream?

'cause we did.

ever wonder how one pandemic has changed all of us.

for the better or not,

it depend.

across digital landscapes,

crossing oceans.

we found solace in newfound friendships from corners of the world we'd never have explored otherwise.

new friendships blossomed,

transcending borders,

defying oceans.

oceans were crossed,

not just in miles but in experiences shared.

we navigated this uncharted territory,

how was yours like?

ours was wild.

our shared journey wild and untamed.

some said sometimes it takes ten years to get that one year that changes your life,

ours did.

let me tell you our story for CreateTogether.

and you can decide on what you think.

life at first stranger.

threads of red softly whistle,'farewell...'

the deeper the bond,

the more vivid the thread of red once was,

the more likely it is to fade with time,

& the less it stays,

or so it seems.

bubbles of fog, once cherished,

slip into mist when the one closest to the heart becomes a stranger again—

a stranger once known.

like a fading meteorite,

this is a poignant reality.

be thankful for time,

for what it has shared,

for familiar faces,

even though now they’ve fared.

a soul from the past,

yet a different perspective,

as time reshapes both,

no matter where they land up,

be thankful for the bubbles once exchanged through the threads of red,

weaving a quiet bond in the space where hearts are led.

sometimes,

all that remains of the thread is a face from the past,

& standing in front of it is a completely new, different red.

as time passes,

both reds—

its essence and its circumstances—

change.

there are moments when the right one arrives at the wrongest hour,

& wrong one comes with fleeting power at the right time.

then, there are the moments when neither feels quite right or aligned,

it was left to murmur,

"some beats were simply meant to stop."

for some,

there’s always 'the one that got away'—the one that escaped and slipped through their grasp.

however, if it could wish upon a star,

 it would not wish for fame or fortune;

it would only wish for one more day to spend with it.

for others,

it’s navigating love after divorce and pondering, 'what now?'

yet, threads of red reply,"do you believe in life after love?"

a touch from the past still lingers.

no matter where it goes,

or even when it stops beating,

it leaves its mark,

a spark that once lit the jack-o-lantern.

expect the twists,

the untrodden roads,

& long for a closeness.

even if two beats never meet again in every lifetime,

the impact they had on each other lingers—

back then, and perhaps even now.

life reminds us to expect the unexpected.

fudgelust burns—that insatiable fire to fudge the hell out of those special threads of red that it can’t stop thinking about until—

it lead them to moments of bubble.

a flame that fuels untamed passion.

until it begins with a gentle whistle...and sometimes,

everything starts again with a wicked laugh, 'MUAHHAHAHA!'

'hi, delusional stranger;'

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