There are moments when I first meet someone and within those first few moments
I picture a future
If those first smiles and small talks are filled with laughter and words on the brink of deep conversation I begin experiencing a type of impatience
The sort that is a mixture of incomprehensible frustration and an invisible longing
This impatience stems from a want of history... humans are often caught up with new things.
New years, new starts, new merchandise
But what do we really cherish ? We cherish when someone has given us memories
We cherish the old house filled with glimpses of childhood
We cherish old keepsakes that remind us of happier times
When nostalgia or regret take hold, we yearn seemingly for the new.
But only seemingly.
What we really want is another history. What we really long for is to build a keepsake from the new with time
So when I first meet someone and foresee a future
Foresee a history within the time to come
I am overcome with a feeling of impatience for when this new reconnaissance becomes a memory
And for when this newfound individual

becomes a friend