You're now just an unopened loved letter that started off as fate, just another fucking story with no beginning or end date.
I saw you and i knew, more or less, now or in far away time you would shape a chapter in my story that i would spend a lifetime trying to forget.
And out of nowhere there you were, Speaking a language i've heard before.
Maybe it mattered so much because it was only bound to be temporary. Sometimes the irony of life is bittersweet like that, over before it started yet never really had a chance to begin. We spend far too long trying to find reason, clarity or whatever comfort one is needing to understand chaos without appreciating the beauty in the arrival of something that ignited a growth in you. In a world filled with billions, what a miracle to have shared something so deep, even if it was never meant to stay.
If our love isn't written in the stars, Why the very moment we truly locked eyes for the first time does one fly straight by. There's something to be said about twinsouls and meeting eye to eye, the soul ignites its fire for the very first time.
We are timeless but you don't own a watch.