I guess I’ve used up all my bad luck for the year.
Somehow when bad luck arrives, the gather in peircing pieces and I was mistaken when I felt that that was the lowest point. At some point in time it was cutting in too deep, I almost couldn’t feel anything… But I did.
Things were fickle on the surface but at the end of the day there is love. And love does wonders. It takes courage to be a strong believer of love conquering. I could be in an island with just him knowing he’d protect me till he stops breathing, and he could be a wreck, aggressive and depressive all at once, and I would hold him close until the pain subsides.
I love it when he completes my sentences, when he completes my broken thoughts. I recognize those wide eyes arching eyebrows, or those gentle eyes peeking rightwards. With the mere glance of an eye, a dip of the tone, the shape of my smile, I think he could read me like a book.
It’s got to be passionate, a yearning sensation twisting my heart. Something close to death I reckon, when I feel his lips on mine. Or a shiver as the warm heart beats, melting down my soul as he holds me and refuses to let me leave till my sadness is gone.
When the world you revolve around decides to move away, would you locate someplace else or would you find yourself gravitating towards the orbit? I know I gravitate. Don’t you wish we all do?
