I wonder...
If I stand before a mirror and gaze upon my refection, will I look different?
When those who know me, see me, do they see the change?
I feel different.
Not like I am changed, I am the same me I have always been. Yet somehow, I'm not...
I feel changed.
Not like I am different to how I always am. Yet somehow, I am.

It feels like somethings shifted, moved from where it was to where it should be.
Almost like a puzzle piece that has clipped into place.
It feels like I've been waiting for something and it's finally arrived.
Anticipation that's reached its peak.
I feel the way a summer breeze looks when it skims across a clear blue lake.
I feel the way snow smells when it's freshly fallen on frozen ground or the way that first bite of fresh fruit tastes.

I feel like I'm meeting myself for the first time while meeting you.
Getting to know you is like learning to know me all over again.
It is pure calm in the most exhilarating way that even my trusty words fail to explain.