I thought I was reading some divine energy and welcoming it into my life. I thought I wasn’t alone in the palpable texture of our conversation. I thought there was a mutual understanding and a mutual over-arching attention. Though, the truth is that none of us ever know - not really anyway. Not until it’s spoken into existence and acknowledged between an exchange of words. And even then, are we to forget that people change their mind? That passion fades and people move on?