You came, in full force, like a meteorite piercing through the stratosphere, landing on a desolate valley. And like the crater it left behind, you too left an imprint on me.
We were two broken souls. Kindred spirits. In this lost, broken world, fate decided we cross paths. For a moment, we were alone no longer.
Our spark, unimaginable. We cavorted through the dim alley, brightened by the night starry skies. Laughed until our faces hurt. Loved each other like tomorrow ceased to exist. We were two broken souls, who had found each other, intertwining and coalescing into one fully realised entity.
You put your fingers to my chin, your way of saying "I love you." And in response, I'd turn my gaze, never understanding how to react to such gestures. When I turn back, you'd surprise me with a peck to the lips.
But somehow, love, like all other highs, they don't last forever. In this forlorn, broken world, destiny had ultimately decided to take you away from me.
In my field of work, I save lives, but oftentimes, I don't get to choose who lives or dies. Given the choice, unethically and immorally, I'd let many pass for you to survive. But I am a scrupulous man.
I knew it would happen. The date had been etched from the moment we first met. But me, scrupulous and full of scruples, although bestowed with this gift, refuse to use it for personal gain. Even if the gain was to save the love of my life. The negative consequences are unsurpassable.
So now, I live with this pain, trudging through my days, with my outward self, ebullient. My inward, a lone, broken soul once more.
