my destiny with you must’ve been pre-written,
everything falls into place at a pace so lovingly,
the natural joy of creation has led to us, and us to it.
creating these moments of bliss i often reminisce about,
no matter the memory, big or small—
it shall be remembered for the rest of my all.
twitching with excitement for the path before us, unknown to any,
even us,
the one thing apparent is our smiles and joy.
euphorically gorgeous, you’re my favorite haze to get lost within.
slowly enveloping my mind, body, and existence so benevolently,
as i with you, we practically fuse— like clouds and white smoke crossing each other’s paths.
for half a moment we’re indistinguishable, together as one we run in complete unison;
synergy so polished and perfected i mistake us as you, or we as me.
woe is me when that moment fully passes—
back to togethering apart, longing for your mist to kiss mine once again.
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the sensation of familiarity i feel for you hasn’t diminished since we first met, and it has me wondering.
what if we’ve met before —
in our previous life,
as previous people,
but with this same adoration?
what if everything lined up so perfectly in our previous, just like it did in this current?
i’ve always wondered what the reason for that may be;
maybe in our first incarnations,
we fell in love so flawlessly, and shared a lifetime of joy and laughter and love and peace,
we were able to do everything we set our minds toward,
our wealth was astonishing,
we traveled the world,
we completed bucket lists and had minuscule worries.
and as we got old and gray, all we could do is look back fondly—
“but what’s ahead?” we wondered.
what new experiences will we miss because of the limitations of our bodies?
and so it happened, our first promise,
with the intertwining of our pinkies followed by a kiss on the thumb, we push them together and close our eyes.
“we’ll always be together, even in our next lives.”
afterwards we continue the rest of our days in tranquility,
thinking of the contract we forged as nothing more than a sweet sentiment.
a promise that we wouldn’t know if upheld by the other or not,
because what is life after death if not the afterlife?
nobody knows, therefore our promise was heartfelt, but bitterly hollow,
or so we thought.
we didn’t consider the overseer of the contract,
the one who watches life after death bloom anew in new times,
the universe.
the universe remembers all,
so what if it remembers the very first of our all,
and continually rebirths us and realigns our paths after an incalculable amount of times prior and after—
and watches us fall in love over and over and over again?
a primordial love that stretches out as far as the universe does,
all happening simultaneously before or after us.
…just a thought tho
