A ballet of feelings
Arriving early, I wait for the time in the neighborhood. I've come a long way and the journey has given my brain plenty of time to take in the situation. You've accepted my application and I'm here to find out and do my best. I have no abnormal apprehensions, and the e-mail and video exchanges that accompany your initiation program have assured me that I'm dealing with the person I've chosen to contact, someone who is well-versed in this environment, serious, sincere and caring.
When I get to your door, who's to blame: the stairs or my brain? I'm still short of breath and my heart's pounding, but you open the door and calm returns. Your powerful, magnificent setting sublimates you and your presence sweeps through my mind.
The first contact is warm, and it's with complete confidence that I give myself up. You offer me your protection, then with your first gesture you evaporate the distance my mind had been keeping. At that moment, you opened a well from which I only began to see what I believe to be the bottom a few days later, a perfect illustration of a rabbit hole.
During this time, which you won't count for more than your energy, you introduce me to a ballet of feelings and sensations, and above all, you adapt to each of my affects. You don't unroll a catalog, you test my reactions, both positive and negative, and bounce off every part of my personality to fine-tune the trajectory of this moment.
When you begin an impressive game that I've never mentioned before, I realize that you've noted the implications of the smallest details that my mind has sown in our exchanges, betraying interests that I've never yet formulated, and which are nonetheless undeniable. Finally, I'd like to emphasize your personality, which completes your mastery, this radiant benevolence coupled with obvious involvement, which emanates from each of your touches, both gentle and rough, from your encouragement and your warnings.
I said earlier that you hadn't counted what you've given me, and for that I'm deeply grateful. But even beyond this gift, and through your person, you have made the seed that led me to you germinate in my mind, and I'm afraid it's only looking for more light from now on. For this, too, I thank you!