it has been a long time since the last time my eyes had been used to the band of light stretching over the vast horizon. bleached sun rays blocking my cornea as your hand reached over my waist.

we danced underneath the skies painted grey- a canvass in monotone and greyscale. yet beneath this mixture of melancholy and nostalgia were two breathing souls, intertwined by darkness and sunshine.

i met you between freezing winter and blooming spring.
i met you beneath the skies of grey and blue.
i met you as the stars and the universe hovered above us.
i met you through thick and thin.

i met you when rainbows don't appear anymore after the rain.
i met you when hope seems to be obsolete.
i met you when i was the cold and you were the warm.
i met you between overrated songs, and infamous movies.

i met you in between the line separating whichever things are to be sorted.

we were never supposed to meet.
like parallel lines destined to be alone. forever.

yet how come two lost souls would eventually find their way home in each other's arms? how come two ill-fated lovers crossed the borders when the conspiring universe are against them?

how come i've met you
but you've never met me?

in such a way that i know you wouldn't look at an abstract painting unless you understand it.

because why would someone try to see through a person so convoluted? someone so difficult to understand even though things seem to be pretty simple if you would only look at the other sides?

you told me i was a complex, pretty thing. someone interesting, yet difficult to solve. maybe i am. maybe i was. maybe i weren't. maybe i am not.

yet beneath the grey-stained skies, sunshine was seeping through--a sliver of hope creeping its way inside me as you held me in your arms, dancing below the invisible sun beams i like to think of whenever i'm with you.

because to me; you are the sunshine over my grey-stained world.