The very fate that brought them together is the one that kept them apart for years. Because sometimes, fate arrives with eyes and limbs and a mouth that tells tales. So, she was told that he was bad news and she tried really hard to pay heed to it. Yet, all she could see was a beautiful stranger trying to come close with nothing but tenderness. The sublimity of his thoughts, the depth of his patience, the sweetness of the missives he sent her way - all succeeded in drowning out the noise of fate's trumpet.
But she was on a journey with too many twists and turns and his path wasn't strewn with roses either. Their fate then changed hands and life went on. A few stray thoughts here, a couple of exchanges there, just so they didn't forget about each other's existence.
Looking back now, would it even have been possible to forget? Hers were the words that pierced his soul, making him aware of the beautiful sorrow that he had never acknowledged until then. His were the words that managed to cut through the hard rock of her surface, slowly and determinedly like a steady steam of water.
Theirs was a shared existence that had splintered at the beginning of time and had them spinning around in different orbits as the years trundled on. They clicked the same sunrise in different time zones not knowing that it was keeping them bound together. The bright orange and hazy pinks and blues were like poems sent out from their souls into the sky. They went to bed at night miles and memories apart, but each with a yearning so deep that neither of them understood nor realised that it belonged to the other. If only someone could love me the way I need to be loved, he wished. If only I could find someone worth lavishing my affection on, she prayed. What they experienced may not have been unique, as millions across the world have similar desires. But you would need a soul as tragic and beautiful as theirs to see that there could never be another 'them'.
I guess the Universe realised it too and decided to finally give them a chance to witness the sunrise at the same time, in colours that wiped out the futility of all the empty years. And just like that, she found herself seeking him out on a lonely honey-hued night. The next sun-kissed morning brought her his response, just as sweet and fervent as ever.
Their souls had known each other through the great cosmic churning of time and space, but it was now time to peel off the masks and touch the little lines and blemishes on each other's faces. The days and nights that followed felt both new and familiar, right and then a little wrong, wonderful and scary, blissful with a touch of impending doom. A new fate, their own guardian angel of a fate, had thrown them together once more, but it took them a while to understand what being together really meant.
So, here they are now, dancing to music that's audible only to the two of them. Sometimes in perfect sync, sometimes with two left feet. But always in deep and delicious, weird and wonderful, goofy and great love.
I wish you could know them too, in the way that I do. For, he is a man that I adore and she is a woman I have grown to love. And theirs is my favourite story.
But she was on a journey with too many twists and turns and his path wasn't strewn with roses either. Their fate then changed hands and life went on. A few stray thoughts here, a couple of exchanges there, just so they didn't forget about each other's existence.
Looking back now, would it even have been possible to forget? Hers were the words that pierced his soul, making him aware of the beautiful sorrow that he had never acknowledged until then. His were the words that managed to cut through the hard rock of her surface, slowly and determinedly like a steady steam of water.
Theirs was a shared existence that had splintered at the beginning of time and had them spinning around in different orbits as the years trundled on. They clicked the same sunrise in different time zones not knowing that it was keeping them bound together. The bright orange and hazy pinks and blues were like poems sent out from their souls into the sky. They went to bed at night miles and memories apart, but each with a yearning so deep that neither of them understood nor realised that it belonged to the other. If only someone could love me the way I need to be loved, he wished. If only I could find someone worth lavishing my affection on, she prayed. What they experienced may not have been unique, as millions across the world have similar desires. But you would need a soul as tragic and beautiful as theirs to see that there could never be another 'them'.
I guess the Universe realised it too and decided to finally give them a chance to witness the sunrise at the same time, in colours that wiped out the futility of all the empty years. And just like that, she found herself seeking him out on a lonely honey-hued night. The next sun-kissed morning brought her his response, just as sweet and fervent as ever.
Their souls had known each other through the great cosmic churning of time and space, but it was now time to peel off the masks and touch the little lines and blemishes on each other's faces. The days and nights that followed felt both new and familiar, right and then a little wrong, wonderful and scary, blissful with a touch of impending doom. A new fate, their own guardian angel of a fate, had thrown them together once more, but it took them a while to understand what being together really meant.
So, here they are now, dancing to music that's audible only to the two of them. Sometimes in perfect sync, sometimes with two left feet. But always in deep and delicious, weird and wonderful, goofy and great love.
I wish you could know them too, in the way that I do. For, he is a man that I adore and she is a woman I have grown to love. And theirs is my favourite story.
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