|The best bathroom sign in Tacoma, WA, via my Instagram|
When I boarded that plane on Christmas Day, I was in love with a man I hadn't met yet.
A man I hadn't even seen or heard yet.
A man I didn't know but for the unbridled humanity he had shared with me online.
And vice versa.
That we should be standing in front of the airline counter hand in hand within a few minutes wasn't a given.
That we should fall in love with each other within four days wasn't a given. It may have been quicker, but four days is the time it took to vocalize it.
That we should naturally arrange ourselves into a cross-species family unit of three wasn't a given. What if the cat had hated me?
That we should look at each other and realize we wanted to grow old together wasn't a given.
That I should return to Seattle wasn't a given. There was no way of knowing how what started out as mutual curiosity and blossomed into a novel way of connecting – by focussing solely on hearts and minds and deliberately excluding appearances and other non-essential details – would translate into the real world, even though we both agree that our digital life is an intrinsic part of who we are rather than a separate entity.
I could have been a man.
He could have been a cad.
We could have been an anecdote rather than a story.