As we stood face to face...
Waist-deep in our insecurities,
the years...
Would continue to
revolve around us with nonchalance.
Soothing the wounds we had traded.

The universe...
Would envelope us.
Like cosmic balm.
Healing us...
Catalysing us,
into melding together.
So we'd emerge out of the fray
as a *single entity*.

**An entity...**
Oblivious to each other's imperfections.
**An entity...**
Capable of discarding past discrepancies.
**An entity...**
Granted a new lease.
**An entity...**
Worthy of *another breath*.