Just the two of us

soulmates

You ask, "do you love me?"
and I'm flustered for a second. I endeavour to think of an answer but the words just don't come out of my mouth. There is silence hanging around us, in this park. The leaves have stopped rustling and the wind has stopped blowing. The grass is so warm to my cold feet. Your fingers fill the void between my fingers while I contemplate about a Greek myth that says humans were actually born with 4 legs, 4 arms and head with 2 faces. Zeus split them into separate parts, and since then those parts keep searching for their other halves.

I'm not a believer but when I saw you for the first time, I had to believe that. Because I fell in love with you. And love wants reasons. I knew that my other half was you, even though we were utterly opposites. You made my heart flutter even when it was broken into pieces. I didn't fall in love with you, actually. I floated and then slowly drowned in the sea of your love. I knew it was menacing to reach the nadir, to sense the strangest feeling ever, but I still allowed myself to completely soak.

The day you found me, I wasn't flesh and bones, but pain and poetry. All the boys I've been with tried to make me happy, sing me songs, overcome the sadness dwelling inside my heart but none of them ever tried to understand why I am so friendly with this loneliness and no one tried to sit with me in silence and read the unspoken poetry on my bruised wrists except you.

I have always associated love with pain, suffocation and tragedy but this one feels different. Sometimes you make me angry. On some days, confused and sad. And most days, happy. Love finally feels like love after what feels like forever.

As you tilt your head and lift the edge of your lips, I ponder you already know my reply to your question. So I wrap my arms around your chest and look at the glistening stars above.
~t