Some memories I fancied sharing

My bipolar brain works in some of the strangest ways that even to this day I can’t work out how it decided to think about something. That happed just last night to me, curiosity poked me and made me want to see what the first DM I sent to Bella was. After what felt like an hour scrawling through them all to the beginning I had it to read. The first two, mine to her and her response were both what you can imagine them to be, a complement expressed and then reciprocated.

After that, you wouldn’t guess in a hundred years how things went from then on. In almost every situation you would expect that things would become about getting to know each other and lots of exchanges of questions and answers or something along those lines. We however went different head first we went into full-on conversation, something that you would expect from friends of long-standing. So essentially we departed the norm and went forwards several steps and didn’t look back.

The way this happened and the ease that we did it with was a total change from the normal beginnings of getting to know someone. But we skipped that and went our own way, not once did either of us raise it happening, nor question how we had skipped a big bit of things and we never looked back. From then on in this shaped the way we talked with each other.