What a strange world

I should go to sleep, but I can't, not before I've written something here. Somehow I feel that I've met one of the important people at this time in my life. Someone of substance. Deep and genuine. A mix of darkness and light which at least at first glance seems not too dissimilar from my own. Someone I've known for less than a week yet have already told some things I've told few... things that were met with uncanny understanding... and whose own words often sound as if they were my own. It's been a while since I've thought about things from that perspective... but I do wonder what the deeper meaning of this interaction is.

Or maybe I even have a clue.

But maybe it is only an assumption.