04. Winds of change.
He was not just my reflection
We could’ve been just a mirrors work
an outline, indefinite.
He was not just what I saw through glass and on it.
He was so much more than that.
He was everything I was. Everything I would be.
I could see my face in his eyes
and in his soul, I saw mine.
Time was just a measurement of something earthly. It didn’t matter when I met him
We didnt feel new.
Us didn’t feel like something that had just begun
maybe because my soul met his a long time ago,
and maybe because I had known him all along.
It could’ve been an illusion
but I touched us.
I stretched my hand out and touched what we had
and it didn’t turn to dust.
It was tangible and I knew it was true,
but that’s not the reason why I believed in it.
That it was tangible and apparent, wasn’t the basis of my faith in us.
What lead me to have faith in us was the times that it wasn’t evident.
When darkness opened its arms and embraced us, for life demanded it, I put forth my hand and couldn’t touch us, what we had. In the darkness, I couldn’t find us,
but when I closed my eyes and let the fears silence themselves, I knew, I knew love was still there. I knew we were intact, unbreakable and alive.
I knew that in the dark somewhere,
We were there,
and we were together.
I’ve never been sure about anything in my life.
Changes frighten me,
but not with him. The decree of uncertainty is just a distant voice in the background, barely heard, declining, and long gone..
I have never been the kind to be sure of anything, I know change is inevitable but
I know that even through times that don’t seem so beautiful, and when life makes chaos swirl
we will be against this raging world
and through everything
we will be…
We will always be