Set the scene. Let the universe take its cue. This is us. And this is why. We are bound by our hearts. Knotted by our fates. Untimely. Unwise. That’s what we seem to be. But none of it registers. None of it means anything. Because as soon as the minutes dwindled into seconds. I saw you and you saw me. And every little thing felt like scraps and heaps. This is us. And this is why. Nothing else matters but the synchronized patter of our joint hearts.
It’s an anomaly. I guess, we can both agree. Nothing about us screams predestined mates. We are as different as we are similar. Like oil and water. Nothing binds us. Not a thread. Nor a hair of sense. But there’s always that ringing bell. It silences the arguments. It peters down the aggressive drive to be right. This is us. And this is why. We might not fit together easily. But we work nonetheless.
You are fire and I am water. Maybe that’s how we should tell them when we are asked. It makes sense in a way. Fiery as you are, I temper you down with half truths and half lies. It’s the middle ground that’s always pretty safe. It makes the moment matter and the past all the minuscule. Past the petty jibes. It’s always there, a riveting bond. This is us. And this is why. We can forge together through anything that comes our way.
Forever means nothing but everything after all. It’s an impossible thing to be. It’s an impossible thought to pursue. Everybody wishes and holds time like they can bend it at their will. But of course, it’s impassive. It can work and it might also not be alright. So it’s foolish and trite to hope for a pointless thought. But it’s there. A nudge. A whisper. A concrete idea that doesn’t seem as hopeless as it should be. This is us. And this is why. We can penetrate our past, and hold our way through the magnificent promise of tomorrow and a day.
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