Our Love Story

HOW WE BEGAN
It was how we began. Yours against mine, your fingers tracing along the tip of my fingers. You asked me to imagine what it must have been like, for the first two people who fell in love; before the word love was conceived. You said it felt like that for you. Like we existed in a time before love~ as though we were waiting for the word to catch up to the feeling.

AND THEN
I always thought the words and then were a prelude to something wonderful. Like seeing a ship come in or finding a note in your letterbox, when you weren’t expecting one. That swift, surprising transition from nothing to everything. And then, two little words that hold a world of promise. And then the light pierced through the dark, forbidding sky, and the rain stopped falling. And then I met you.

THE VOW
To the person I love, to my future. The first time I felt your presence, I began joining the dots in the sky, wondering when our stars would align. I often think of where you are and if you’re happy. Are you in love? I know you and I are the same in that way-we bruise a little more easily than most. You see, our souls were made in the same breath. I know I’m running late- I’m sorry. Things haven’t worked out the way I planned. But believe me when I tell you I am on my way. Until then, think of me, dream of me and I will do the same. One day I will learn your name, and I will write it. somewhere on this page. And we will realize that we have known each other all along. And the right time is now.