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We’ve always found each other in the small moments, the in-betweens, the warm silences where neither of us need to speak to feel wanted. We have existed in the spaces between sentences, the quick pause between inhale and exhale, the moment before the first bird song of a sunrise. We have lived in the shelves of a library…quiet but sturdy.
It makes me want to find all the ways we are a “we.” I find you in the dedication pages of the romance novels I read because if I were to write one, it would be about you. I want to read you… Page by page, line by line… and never put down the book.
I was drawn in by your wit, though I have never been made to feel less than. To you I am equal… the same…enough. I was caught in the way you made me laugh, but I fell for your thoughts. The tiny rambling nothings that compiled into significant somethings. The never ending stream of consciousness dedicated especially to us.
You have never been about quick intimacy, or satiated lust, but I have found myself in your unique brand of intimacy all the same. I have leaned into you for a lifetime and found myself standing in your solid comfort on the still days, and wrapped in your protection through the thunderstorms.
You have existed as someone who likes me because…Then loved me despite. You have always known me as your dreamer. Your bottle of hope that believes in more than there is. That there is a world where time has reserved a place for us and our story on that library shelf. Where we exist in a permanent place and someone out there is reading our dedication page and finding their love story in us… Reading between the lines and finding themselves in our spaces.
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Sounds like it’s better than anything love story written. And such a person who can see someone like that, you must contain the whole universe inside of you.
ReplyIt was around 9 AM, a chilly morning when our paths crossed, though we stayed complete strangers. I was in the heart of the city, feeling the cold breeze brush against my skin. I had just finished an appointment and was heading towards an event about university programs. My father was a few steps ahead, leading us back to the car.
As we crossed the street, I noticed a bus passing on my right. I kept walking, but then something pulled my attention. I turned my head, and that’s when it happened. I had always thought love at first sight was just a story, a fairy tale that didn’t exist in real life. But in that moment, everything changed.
I saw him, sitting on the bus. His skin was a beautiful shade of brown, his face was so handsome, and his hair was perfect. He glanced first until my sixth sense told me to divert my attention towards him. There, our eyes met, and suddenly, it felt like the world stopped for me. I kept walking, but I couldn’t help myself—I glanced in his direction, again and again. However, his gaze was stayed still, not even breaking eye contact with me.
For those few seconds, as a 17 year old, I felt in love for the first time. But then, it was over. I went back to my car, feeling a mix of wonder and sadness. It was a beautiful moment, but also bittersweet, because I knew I would never see him again. I miss him. (True Story)
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