It was the first time he loved. The first time his heart throbbed with so much pain of desire to sit beside someone and stay there for the longest time. He never knew this feeling. He never understood what love is. His last memories of the word was seven years ago. The kind eyes of his father. The warm hands of his mother.
It was the first time, for the longest time, that he loved. And he loved her with so much passion, with so much intensity, that every single moment without her seems like an eternity. He wanted to see her. He wanted to see her brown hair, her snaggletooth smile, her pug nose. She was beautiful. She was all he wanted, right now.
Right now feels like forever.
His heart burned inside him, and he could feel the smoke coming out from his nose. He waited on his seat just like before, but not seeing her shadow across him makes him feel uncomfortable. Where is she? What’s taking her so long? Did something happen?
Bloanslitte might have cursed under his breath a thousand times.
I’m sorry, I changed
Like the waters in the sea
Spewing sand in every movement
Taking stones whenever I flee
Waves rising, crushing bones
Kissing the sky, embracing thorns
It’s a movement with no direction
It’s a melody with a thousand notes
We are like the sands on the shore
Constantly pulled and pushed by the
tides of the sea. We hold hands
as we are gobbled by the wave.
Riding through the earth’s navel
In a liquid hurricane.
We embraced and kissed
As the ocean touches the sky
But we never knew each other’s names
We just walked each other by.
When you were a kid, your mind was swamped with the idea that everyone has a soulmate, that each person was tied to another person with a red string that keeps them together, no matter how far apart. The concept for soulmates have always been the center of everyone’s romance, that the universe orchestrates obvious circumstances so that you and your lover can be together.
I hate to break it to you now, but you were lied to. There are no soulmates. Destiny does not make that decision.