/lit/ - Literature

>>19244088
I think i just had the most romantic, in the purely literary sense, conversation of my life. In omegle of all places. We didn't exchange any names, any piece of identity, means of contact, or even location, other than our initials, and knowing we will meet again some fateful day at the petit palais museum in paris. I've never met somebody who breathed love so authentically. There was not a single meme during the entire thing. No clichés. No internetspeak. No irony. No disrespect. This never happens these days. I felt like it was two souls having a sincere exchange. And i really went got of it with a deeper appreciation for life. This person leapt towards the light. And so, so wise. The purest sensibility i've ever had the pleasure and honor to encounter.
In the end, not one of us wanted to click away and leave the conversation. We could have simply asked for each others contact information, but there was this impulsive force that stopped us from doing it. Folly of romance? We just kept making these increasingly verbose wishes and hopes, and it never felt ridiculous. Everything felt so authentic, even though it shouldn't. So many exclamations too.
Whoever and wherever you are, M.S, I will cherish you forever. You have stunned me. Thank you so much. I am blessed.