Introduction: Serendipity

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The first time my heart skipped a beat, I thought I was dying.

Turns out, I was just falling in love with you.

The funny thing is: I just knew it. it did not take a rainy scene like in the movies, or a deep kiss in a dark room to realize that you are mine,

And that I am, forever yours.

I fell into your God-scribed dimples like I was Alice, and refused to walk out of this newfound heaven, where no pain feels real, and no heart ache exists.

The world usually moves on, keeps spinning and could not give any less fucks about mankind's existence...
but it still gave us our minute, every time you lay your hands on me.
My demons always remained still in your presence and to this day, I am still trying to figure out if it is out of love,

fear

                                                                                                                   or admiration for taming me.

The most I felt alive was the day I heard a whisper tell me in my sleep, that we will grow together and apart and will forever find our path back to each other.

 And although every feeling in my gut held me back screaming "no!" loving you, has always felt like the right thing to do. 

You made sinning, feel like the most righteous act of worship and that heaven is between your eyes.

I don't know if you understand, but picture this:

Loving you is like standing in the middle of a raging war, dodging the bullets and bombs while all the dead bodies drop around you. Loving you, is still dying without a scratch in your body.

Loving you, is a peaceful incarnation of Armageddon. Instead of the world ending, it's only getting started. for me at least.

Everyone always told me to trust my gut feeling, but it might have made a mistake this time. We were not some coincidence, 

that our presence was mere luck,

that we existed under the same sky

in the same time,

just because

I know up there, your name is written next to mine

because my love, your love for me is sanity, and I'd be damned if I let another ruin its sanctity, 

my love, loving you, is my utmost serendipity. 

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