And I listened.
“Imagine meeting someone.”
“The one.”
“Your other half, your other self, your immortal beloved.”
I thought about it long and hard. I ached.
One day, something whispered to me, deep inside.
One day, she was revealed to me.
“It is her,” the whispering voice proclaimed.
Fate, destiny, serendipity and all the Gods, smiled upon us.
Two, who have been lovers for ever, meeting for the first time.
A more glorious moment surely cannot exist.
Talk and touch gave birth to intimacy.
How beautiful it is to feel so much love that a heart overflows.
How beautiful it is to have happiness fill your days and nights.
How beautiful it is to feel all this, every waking moment.
How cruel it is to meet them, after you both have said, “I do,” to someone else.
How cruel it is to love them so much, you must let them go.
A more painful moment surely cannot exist.
“Imagine,” I say to you.
“Imagine meeting someone.”
“The one.”
“Your other half, your other self, your immortal beloved.”
Then imagine having them ripped from your embrace, mid kiss.
Then imagine having them emptied from your heart.
Then imagine living out the rest of your days…
Fuck fate, destiny, serendipity and all the Gods.
If a voice whispers to you, deep inside.
“Murder it,” I say to you.
