Our origin was…unique.
I cried out into the digital night, many years ago. A deep and powerful harmony of words, desperate for a melody. The first responders were shallow, mechanical, ignorant or clueless…
Then YOU answered my call from the void.
You didn’t ask, you gave no disclaimer, you simply sang the melody to my harmony. And it was a rich song. We teased and prodded, we pushed and pulled, we danced to the end of…
We lit a fire neither of us were expecting, intending or ready for.
Skeptics, both, we tried again. The party, the diner, the park, the porch swing, the morning coffee. It was unlike anything I had experienced, each thought gifted to the other and returned, as if one voice.
You made me swear to not love you. I swore.
A promise broken.
When we dropped the illusion, the masks, the fourth wall…we walked down a path of perfect and horrible timing. Our hearts both swearing at us, and egging us on.
When we met that first time, fuck, the proximity was nuclear.
Nails down your thigh, nuclear.
The talks, the confessions, the undeniable, deep connection. If I didn’t believe in fate before, I questioned it now.
We played, we grew closer, we commiserated our losses and celebrated our victories and we began to see each other as blissful equals. Something we had NEVER experienced before.
You came to me one day. We made the words a wet and heady reality.
We kissed like the last two people on earth.
We went through a hell of my choosing.
We, because of your grace, survived.
We both broke a promise.
We both fell…into a void of our own design.