corazón sangrando

our souls are kindred.

i think god must have molded you and i from the same clay, smoothed us out into one beautifully complex piece on the pottery wheel. he must have suddenly realized how unfair it was to stuff one person full of that much magic, and tragically split that clay in two. how else is it that when i look at you, i see my own reflection staring back? when you smile, the corners of my own mouth turn upwards into a grin. how else is it that we have just met but we have known each other our whole lives, if we were not made as one in the beginning? when you breathe, my own lungs expand with air. i've roamed the earth my whole entire life missing my other half, and never realized it but now i don't want to let go. the pair of us together are like fire and gasoline, we're not good for each other but yet we're meant to be. how else is it that when i think of what joy looks like, my mind always returns to you? you are much more than an eloquent speaker and a philosophical thinker; you are exquisite and i've never been so utterly desperate to live until i found you.