"I'll live in you if in the sea I die."
As I finished reading that verse, a pause was enough for our sight to tangle.
I moved closer to her, and there it was.
Our lips restarted the play they once had done.
Moving completely opposite but still perfectly synchronized, accompanied by a melody of aligned breathing.
I held her hand and it commenced.
The same way waves crash on rocks she came knocking down my doors and opened Pandoras box.
In the middle of sights that let scape crumbles of my soul I whispered words that I now remorse myself from saying.
"Did you miss me?"
"So much. Did you miss me?"
"More than anything in this world."
Two idiots matching heartbeats that come from hearts that belong to someone else.
But who can blame us when we once were an immense universe trapped in a tiny bedroom.
Together we discovered what it was like to be in love for the first time and how it felt to fall out of it.
This sempiternal feeling packed within seconds of that dance our lips performed.
And that last kiss was enough to break my whole world.
Yes, I know. It could be all an illusion from the alcohol, but I would drown in gin if that meant I could feel my heart beat that way once again.