The one I always longed to have,
Who I knew would never be mine.
I had come to terms and begged time to allow me to move on.
My heart tugged me in his direction at any angle of a prospect.
I relieved my mind of lust and usher myself back to a sense of reality.
It was he who I loved but knew I would never hold.
Impossibly, his words promised reason to hope.
He held on to me as if unhanding breadcrumbs every several steps so I would not be so distracted as to wander from his path and guiding shadow that would loom at my heels.
One day, inconceivably, he expressed sundry utterances my way.
Assurances that set my heart ablaze and set aflame all aspects of reality I had labored so conscientiously to sustain.
My heart had burned inside me, brighter than the glow that had empathetically pooled my somber face and dulled eyes.
The only beaming that could match the brightness I wore on my chest lied within his.
He, the one I always longed to have,
Who I knew would never be mine,
Was mine.
I am his and I have never felt such a radiating vibrant glow from the vacantly vast drive lying amidst a mess of emotion and disparity.
For every vessel I lack, he has the reverse; matching sets of pairs and cards for every suite.
My drive no longer an empty vessel but a safe for this surging love I beg not to elude.
For my mind has never felt clearer, and my heart never fuller.
