Brown eyes. Normally considered boring, dull, sometimes even unattractive. The easiest combination to achieve in a cluster of genes. I disagree, to all negative connotations they might carry. Even the rarest eye shade can be dull, if the person behind them has a dull soul to accompany. Everything depends on whose eyes you might be looking into - some might be empty, while others might reflect endless stories. Some can bring peace and comfort, just as others can make you fall apart with a flutter of eyelashes.
Your eyes might just be the best example. The orbs hidden behind your eyelids hold clusters of stars that come together in perfect harmony - composing galaxies as if notes in a song. They are the embodiment of exploding supernovas, or the perfect consonance of the constellations we have so loved for thousands of years. Locking eyes with you for a moment ensures hours of falling deeper, finding every glimmer within you - conversing in a language so unique to us. It feels like a connection, an electrifying force that rejects any sort of distance. I thank you for walking into my life, as casually as you did so. Our encounter managed to give the world sense. It was all meaningless before, the colors, the sounds, the point of it all.
It took just a moment of seeing you in that deserted meeting room, to know with certainty that you would fix everything that was wrong with the world. I watched as you danced around, lost in the fluidity of your movements, the confidence with which you sang along. You left trails of color, as watercolor on a blank canvas. All for me to see, to admire. Your voice, soft and angelic, was all I could engage into. All the other sounds my body had learned to tune out came booming back with a force unknown to me. Growing up without a set goal, it felt that finding something to grow with would be hard to find. I did not think that, the first time we cuddled into one another, seeking out the warmth the blankets did not give us - it would all click into place. The way our limbs tangled, the protective hand I held over your hip, how you buried your face into my chest and allowed me to smell the scent so familiar to you. Finding a meaning to life had not ever seemed so easy. So effortless. The blank canvas that was my life suddenly turned into a masterpiece. A creation only your hand could execute. A brush held by your nimble fingers, so delicate, left amazing combinations in their wake. Those same strokes against the tedious material I had become, translated into the growing love I developed for you. The paint would never run out. It couldn't.
In some moments, your canvas started losing color. The moments when life was helpless, inclining us to give up on the gallery of moments we had created. There was nothing to worry, because a glimpse into the door of your soul was enough to make me concoct the perfect remedy for every hardship. There was nothing more beautiful than watching as life came back into your eyes. As your entire form took and took, as I gave and gave. We continued to mix who we were, our essences becoming so deeply intertwined there was no way to tell where you ended and I began. I was never surprised at how easy it was to love you, how easy we had clicked and become one. I knew it from the beginning, the string that connected us had been visible to me from the start. Soulmates, always connected by one string. Some with multiple destined ones. But between you and me, there was nothing else.
My mother's gift. The sight. The unknown. I could see it all. Our strings were attached to one another by a pretty bow on the back of each other's necks. A strange combination, one meant for soulmates that would have a beautiful life. Just as soon as we walked off, a smidge too much distance between our connection, and the suffocating pull would have us at each other's lives one more. Perhaps weird, but more convenient. Challenging, but with certain prosperity.
I am just glad it was you, I will thank the universe on my knees if it means they will set us up through every plane of existence. I'm so glad that I was granted the opportunity to be connected with you. To be your destined one, amongst every individual in every universe. I am so very glad it was you.
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