stranger, soulmate, lover.✔️

inside out

Life is like a movie

It's twist-ful and lonely and collective, it's observant and it's reassuring, it hurts and that hurt stays. We develop, we promise to move past but we never truly move on. Life is difficult and complex, it's conflicting and it's not a story easily told.

Life is hard, really damn hard. And some can't handle hard. Am I some?

Am I someone who can only stay in the dark? And all though I know I can't always touch the surface of that lingering light, I still remember it's there. For I am the life I continue to create, I want to be that life with you, only you.

So when the crowd screams and the people stand, I only see you, only you. So when you jump and flee into your teammate's arms, I only see you. I picture your huge smile and your jittery expression. Of all the people, of all the places and screaming voices screeching with joyous youth, at that moment I could only see your light.

Only you...
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After the game you walked me home, we talked and I even listened to you reflect on your favorite moments in the game. How your feet skipped against the concrete, how your curls hopped with you when you subtly moved, how your smile pearled through the night.

How your fingertips froze in the grasp of my own. And my eyes only softened when you looked at me. How fast you talked when you were excited, or how you hung onto the popcorn you bought me after the game that you never let go. How the bracelet around your arm clung to your skin as you chuckled in the chilling air.

I didn't think that night. I didn't want to think about anything else. So when I stopped you that night, when I looked into your green hazelnut eyes flushing into my own. A soulmate, an adored creature amongst my luck of meeting. I wanted nothing more than to let you know.

And when I cuffed your face or sheltered myself in your sweater. A stranger, a pure bliss of mystery was to bestow on me. And when I kissed your lips and felt how your fingers gripped around my wrist. When your eyes closed and you pulled me closer. A stranger, a soulmate.

When you pulled me away for confirmation, for consent and trust. When my toes stretched out in my shoes to kiss you more when your arm tightened around my waist. How my hand brushed against the base of your hair and the nip of your neck. How the streetlights fluttered beneath us.

And how you chuckled afterward, right there against my shoulder in exhaustion. In relief and admiration. "So your popcorn..." Three words to keep us chuckling throughout the rest of the night, three little words that held right into our entangled fingers as we walked that path alone, alone together.

In the darkness, through the light. Alone is how I wanted to be, alone with you.

- a stranger, a soulmate