Loving her was a world between two planets, never meeting and not knowing what the other planet is carrying. Out souls were like two parellel lines, close but we could never meet, never. It was as if you were trying to capture every star with the tips of your fingers, you'll always miss one out or lose count even. Loving her was like seeing fire and water fight because I was fire, outrageous and out if my control with my love, I loved too much and She was water, calm and still but sometimes it had felt her whole soul wash over me with the strongest of waves she carried. It felt like I had lost someone a very long time ago and I had just found them but I couldn't touch them, neither hug them back into my life. It was as If I was standing on the other side of a glass window screaming at the top of my lungs in hope she could hear me, but she never did. Loving her was like the daytime trying to cover itself in darkness, even the sky explodes into tears in the form of sunsets because it can never meet the moon. Loving her was never aligned, it was either the wrong time or we simply were never meant to be. Two souls from two different worlds, fighting against the odds just to be one.
