This time,
we know we are forever.
The way our hands fit together
better than a child's puzzle
or how we somehow end
on the same words
when trying to finish a sentence.
You love correcting my flawed logic
while I pleasure in correcting your flawed grammar.
Somehow, no matter how different our brains are,
we both crave intimacy, respect and most importantly,
Love.
We are forever
tracing the lines of each other's backs
and navigating every nerve in both brains
the same way.