His words were dipped in honey, sweetness in the language he used with me. He spoke in colors we can’t quite see and the way he loved was extraordinary.
It was unlike anything with us. We had to wait for the word ‘love’ to catch up with how we felt inside. We didn’t fall for the first time, him and I. We reignited a flame from all our past lives.
Our story defies the laws of gravity. Falling in love we drifted into galaxies. It was the gentle way he spoke and how his eyes danced all over my body whenever he looked at me. I loved how I saw him and he saw me in a different light. Because in that moment I was stellified. He placed me up with the shooting stars, he made a wish that became our vows.
We got recognition from the first opia. I didn’t know him but I knew I loved him somehow. Finally all my longing was over to guarantee this lifetime. Call me a retrophile because I am still in love with the past eras I got to love him.
Loving him started from my first breath, my becoming into this world had a purpose. It was seraphic and predestined, because everything with us came naturally.
Our hearts are like time capsules. We loved each other indefinitely. We were stars exploding like fireworks. There was art in his eyes when he looked at me, poetry in his words when he spoke to me, music in his laughter when he laughed with me, everything about him was carved to fit me.