It was not an infatuation
Nor was it an obsession
We knew there was no such thing as pure true love
We just called it love.
We knew it was just love.
It was not hard for me to imagine myself as cold and breathless as a corpse never returning back to life. It was even easier for me to pretend like I did not have a humane body and soul, like I did not belong in this particular section of all the universes in this emptiness which we did not really know if it was ever real. Simply, it was easy to imagine if I did not exist.
Despite my love and almost obsession of how the world can be viewed differently - as if it never existed - there was a big tipping point in my 25th year of being called human.
That tipping point just happened to be him.
The him I contacted first with just expressions through those dark eyes.
The him I could not understand the reason why he appeared in my visions, my dreams and my life.
Just now I have realised
You are no longer in my head
But so real... Same as the past
So true - your heart and mine
I didn't really know what to do... It was because I could see him, sense him, talk to him and even feel his touch from the inside of my head. Funny enough that we have been communicating for so long I thought I had been crazy for quite a while.
Maybe it was the past
Maybe it is the present
Maybe it will be the future
Yet the most certain thing is everything will reflect what we had, have and will have.
A relationship
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