It’s as if we exploded into a million shining stars, whilst uniting as one round and safe whole, the moment our eyes found each other.
In that brief moment, whilst you held another’s hand, I felt that you already knew me, and I blushed as you undressed my soul, surprised at my own embarrassment of nakedness.
We spoke in theories and concepts along a concrete road, and I remarked at how small the world is. What I really meant to say is that despite the vast expanse of sea and land our paths found each other, twisting down side streets of experience, and culminating our fate along city streets in a place that is so abrasively enticing.
Our words to each other became wilder and dreamier as the weeks went by and you undressed my soul time and time again until we understood each other’s minds so honestly and thruthfully. Unlike most lovers, who memorise the very ripple of each other’s skin, each blink of each other’s eyes, each movement of each other’s lips, we memorised each other’s minds, the rise and fall of emotion, the fluidity of ambition and dreams.
I felt that we belonged to each other in mind and soul, best friends beyond friendship, and so when we kissed in the rainy park, with black clouds racing like our hearts above us, after hours spent with eyes locked over steaming coffee, it felt that our lips had touched a million times before and we were old lovers, united again.