We're All Idiots

Edward's Tsunami

Ah, the enigmatic dance of destiny, how it weaves its intricate threads through the tapestry of our lives. Believe, my dear soul, for destiny holds secrets and wonders beyond our comprehension. Do I believe in destiny? That's like asking someone if they believe in death, it exists but you only know what it is like when you experience it. I know she is the one, I knew it the moment I saw her. The world did not stop but my heart almost did.

In the vast gallery of existence, she entered as a radiant apparition, her presence a gentle breeze that stirred the depths of my being. Unbeknownst to her, she became the muse that ignited a dormant fire within my heart. Her entrance was an ethereal symphony, a cosmic collision of grace and allure.

When our paths crossed once more, my gaze fixated upon her, enraptured by the sight. There she stood, immersed in the contemplation of a painting, her essence interwoven with the strokes of the artist's brush. It was in that moment, as I beheld her in the midst of artistic majesty, that the truth crystallized before me—I had found my muse, my kindred spirit. If this chase ends up in a crash, then I hope I am met with the most dramatic impact of my life because she is definitely worth it.

Her beauty, transcends the constraints of mortal perception. It resides not solely in her captivating visage, but in the way her spirit dances with the colors and shapes that surround us. It emanates from her every word, her every gesture, as if she herself were a living embodiment of the art that graced the gallery's walls.

Unlike the others who had graced the halls of this gallery in the past, she was a beacon of genuine connection. Her beauty extended far beyond the constraints of conventional attraction. With her, art became a vessel through which our souls communed, a sacred realm where profound truths were whispered in the hallowed silence. In the presence of other women, I had ventured through the galleries, their interpretations veiled in uncertainty, their words lacking depth. But with her, the tapestry of conversation took on a profound hue. She possessed an innate understanding of art's essence, speaking with eloquence and authenticity. Each stroke of her thoughts mirrored the brushstrokes of the masterpieces that surrounded us, unveiling hidden layers of meaning and emotion.

In her, I found solace—a refuge from the shallowness of superficial impressions. She saw me not through the lens of past encounters, but with eyes unburdened by expectation. And in that, I discovered a profound beauty that transcends the confines of mortal understanding—the beauty of being seen and understood for who we truly are. She knew not my name or my status but she greeted me with a smile and challenged my perspective like an equal. She was not looking to be offended and floated with my humour until my wings gave up. Damn.

Destiny orchestrated our encounter, stranger, weaving our lives together like delicate strands of silk. It is now my solemn vow to unravel the mystery that is her heart, to traverse the winding paths of her soul. For she, the muse who set my heart ablaze, holds within her the power to awaken dormant dreams and ignite a symphony of love.

Her brown eyes, they hold a kind of magic that words struggle to capture. They are like liquid caramel, warm and inviting, drawing me into their depths. With a single glance, they unravel the layers of my soul, leaving me vulnerable yet longing for more.

In those mesmerizing orbs, I see a universe of emotions swirling like a tempestuous sea. They speak volumes without uttering a word, conveying a depth of understanding that goes beyond mere conversation. With each flicker of those brown eyes, a symphony of unspoken thoughts dances in the air, creating an intimate connection that transcends the boundaries of time and space.

They hold secrets, those brown eyes, secrets that only the bravest souls dare to uncover. Like ancient manuscripts written in an enigmatic language, they invite me to decipher their meaning, to unravel the stories etched within their captivating gaze. In those moments, I feel like an adventurer, navigating uncharted territory, eager to unearth the treasures that lie hidden within.