I met you when I was a child and you tore my heart out of my system. There was something about you, your face sun-kissed by the mellowing light, your eyes pieces of shining, luminous gold. And we clicked, like two peas in a pod. We surrendered to fate, it was our best friend and our worst enemy. We melted into pools of light. We were swept away by passion and we fell in love, the kind of love that screams with the weight of collective ardour.
I saw you for who you were and I loved you. I still love you, of course, and it's been a hell of a journey. There was just something about you which no-one could replicate, your sweetness a drop in the ocean, your enigma circling my every thought, dream, and hope. You were the reason I existed. You were the reason I laughed, cried and held onto dreams which were radiant with multifarious possibilities.
Where did we end? Did we end only to begin again, renewed with the hope of star-crossed lovers? Did we love with a love that was too fierce and young and untamed? I don't know.
All I know is, you are the reason my heart clutches onto something big in the universe. Two people lost in a lifetime of disappointment, where love reigns supreme but the stars don't align. And that, my love, will always be our greatest tragedy.