The first time I heard the word "entrainment" was in a documentary, where they illustrated how people tend to walk in the same rhythm after a while.
It happens with me and some very close friends and, of course, with my sister. We'd be saying the same thing at the same time, several times in a sequence. Or, I would sense that a scheduled lunch would be delayed or postponed, because I'd have a hard time waking up that morning.
That seems to be happening more with me and Impy these days. The odd way that we met again was probably the first incidence. And very often since then, we would be in the same wavelength, typing the same thing, thinking the same thoughts.
And this past week, I've been having visions and "knowings" about him. No, I don't claim to be psychic. So, we would test my "predictions."
Then, yesterday, he sent me a very sweet email about what I mean to him. My heart melted, of course. Later, he explained that, while driving, he suddenly sensed a deep sadness and an urge to hold me in his arms, and that prompted him to send the email. When he got that feeling, I had already gone to bed. But he sensed my mood before I went to bed.
I've felt that sensitivity towards other lovers who have been very close to me. But it's very rare that a man would get that sense about me.
I'm still pragmatic, but, with Impy, I'm learning to expect the unexpected.
A recollection of Opal Lei's life in Second Life® (www.secondlife.com).
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