Catfishing with the Net...

A wink, a counter wink, a hi, a hello. A shallow enquiry, a short reply. A deeper enquiry. A two-way trickle of mutual, yet tempered, revelations. Best traits flow at the surface while flaws, the unseen undercurrents, are yet too weak to unsettle.

Confessions of falling, one for the other, and the other for the one. Of both wanting to give, while still, true situations stay—still—in the depths.

Full love built for two flourishes, on a bed of half-truths. The undercurrents tug again, yet fail to dislodge.

A meeting—two rapid realignments of impression.

Two full sets of regrets.