Tinder Loves

If your love is tinder love, here is where you are at.   

You saw an image, taken out of context, and liked it enough to call on its reality. 

You met another, taken out of context, which the image enhanced by a lack of context referred to, and you saw that the two matched imperfectly. 

You decided you were fine with it. You can take on imperfect presences and contextless appearances and the images of appearances without a context. You can allow yourself to give second appearances the second chance. 

It was love at second sight -- ethereal and easy.  

What follows is not. 

What follows is the hard, wondrous, time-consuming, nerve wrecking, life deciding task of plunging yourself into primary and secondary and tertiary realities, and appearances of realities, and images of their elusive appearances, and checking yourself and another against their weighty revelations. 

For this, there are no virtual shortcuts. For this, Time will be the key. 

Time will tell if your love is the consequence of an impatient error, several times removed from reality, or not. 

Whether it is bound to tinder or self-combust.