Together we walked through fields of fire and managed to not feel the warmth of the flames, as they tried so hard to separate our souls. Together we sped towards danger without looking back because we knew that as one, we were invincible. Irresistible.
Our love was different… it could sit outside in the middle of a storm and simply choose to only acknowledge the fact that it was being kissed by the rain. His hands felt like the random strokes of warmth that your skin receives when winter fills your world. Love chose to be spontaneous with her sudden kisses during the night when everything went silent. Our mark as lovers seemed eternal even when the moon changed phases and reminded us that change was inevitable. One day we laid on the ground, only covered by the soft sky and the only thing keeping us apart was the wind between our bodies. The piece that so beautifully completed me, turned to me and just looked at my eyes. I moved closer and gradually smiled, while shutting my eyes. My lover felt my spirit hug onto his, and didn’t question the next moments because he knew nothing would replace the now we were absorbed in. The sun slowly waved goodbye, and the moment seemed unimaginably bittersweet but that was when he whispered into the air, “I hope that the last thing I see before I die is you laying underneath a sunset”.
