from the moment that we met, from the first time you breathed my name, something inside me had burst into flames, was born again. you didnβt know it yet, but i had tied a string around your wrist with the other end around mine, and although itβs been a few years and itβs been stretched and twisted and tangled and frayed, it has never broken. somehow i knew that in the end you were my one, and iβd always have to be able to find my way back to you.