Always moving in and out of the patterns. Watching our footwork, trying not to be too distracted by the touch of another's virtual hand, of another's real soul.
Last night I went dancing with Jamesen in SL. I have known him for over 2 years, and yet I barely know him at all. SL is like that sometimes. People come into your life, share as much or as little as they can, as they want. They move out of your life, come back again. And all you can hope for is second chances. Sometimes a friend like this who asks nothing more than to be a friend is a gift beyond measure.