Over romanticising lies
I always thought loving your soul mate should be easy, like breathing. Or taking a walk down the park.
Hearing the words that you have been awaiting for months, even when your mind tells you that it's never going to happen, reality tells you it's impossible and stupid, but hearing the words come from your mouth, it was as if time stood still and a gush of relief came up from my stomach to my smile.
So now what.
And when your heart has been with that person, it is both familiar and like the first time.
"you make me nervous"
And when I met you we hugged and it was as if I was home again, I could die in those arms right then.
"there was a typhoon, and I walked along the water, I realised I could have died"
And we started laughing, while embracing, and I wanted to cry from joy and love.
That wasn't easy, that wasn't like breathing. That was like cycling down a slope, when you're afraid of falling.
And in that frozen time, I took in your form and tasted you and as we hugged again, you saw our reflection.
We melted and exploded and died and floated and...I've missed you.
I tried looking for you in people, you tried looking for me in the things I loved.
Then I found out the things that you did as I remembered you, and you spun a web of lies; heavy and complicated.
We cannot live in light with lies.
I tried to be patient and control my darkness as you recounted all my nightmares.
But now, reality has creeped back.
While we stay frozen in the memory of our re birth.
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