It was sudden. I was caught unaware, literally and figuratively. Yet, it was the most intense feeling I've ever felt all my life. It spiked my heart rate and drenched my brain with dopamine. It made me blush and feel the effect of ecstasy setting down upon me.
They say, the Eyes are the windows to the Soul. Have you ever thought about our hands and how they serve us when it comes to Love? I personally think our Hands are the doorknobs to the Soul within.
You can look inside through the window. But you have to embrace the doorknob to open up and go inside.
I vividly remember that pleasant day. The day you let me handle the doorknob of your soul. I held your's to console you. To make you feel better. But at that very instant, the air around us electrified and everything seemed surreal. My time and space seemed insignificant and I felt like I was being dragged down into a Maelstrom so powerful to push me into the depths of the Unknown. It was all new to me.
As I was dreamily tranced, our Eyes met. I clearly heard the sound of a missing piece being fit and at that moment, I knew, I felt complete. As a whole. I willed for Time to freeze. I felt my heart, spellbound and jumping with joy. Everything made sense. I could feel the thunderstorms within me break, giving way to the rainbow and sunshine.
I felt the skin of your palm, ever so smooth and soft like that of satin. I wanted to miniaturise myself and tread the vast expanse of your palm, to try and familiarise all the highs and lows. I watch your lines grow and spread throughout. As I traverse them,
I try to interpret your heart line as I wish to know what's within the intricacies of your complex, yet beautiful mind.
I examine your head line as I wonder what you are made up of and how much you seem to mean to my existence. I wonder if this what Love is supposed to feel like.
I evaluate your life line and think about where we have been all this time and what took us so long to find each other.
I study your fate line and worry creases my forehead. I think about the all the uncertainties. I disdain about the thought of losing you. I worry about what hurdles Fate has in store for us.
Yet, when I look at your hands, all I feel is the need to hold on to them to the last of my breath and take care of you to the very end of existence. I feel the responsibility to ensure I keep up my promises and never leave your hand.
Sometimes I wonder, if I might get used to this. What if one day this doesn't intrigue me anymore? What if this doesn't make my soul jump anymore? But, I am honestly surprised, that every time I hold on, it's as if I am doing so for the first time and I knew I am not going to get any tired of this.
I look into the gaps between and fill them with mine.
I hope to hold on to that very strand of flesh till the end of time.
As I look into your eyes, I am washed by the radiance of your naked soul,
Falling in love with you, again, on the whole.
We held,
I felt.
We left,
I still do.