𝓗𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮

   As the cold night settled in I could feel his hand reaching for me. He touched my soul so gently, caressing the rough and broken surfaces of me with so much love I could feel them glueing back together into one shape. The way his sky like gaze would look so intensely into my dark pools and his lips were crying to kiss mine. 

I was his before he would even speak his first 'Hello' to me. His presence pulled me to him like a magnet, a force that cried to be with each other. We were two broken souls, looking for a home and we found each other like a missing piece. God was the artist and he was painting us on his canvas of fate, the black to my white, I was the dark to his light. In perfect sync, two beings created by divinity stepping together in the same rythm, falling in love at the risk of breaking our hearts into shattered glass. Flowers bloomed after each step we took together on the path created for us as one, the rain tasted sweet and our souls felt freedom into each other's embrace. The kind of love you only read about in fairytale books. 

  He suddenly gave meaning to all the love songs, he suddenly made the poems jump out of the book and unravel themselves into our reality. He was nothing more than a God himself to me and my eyes were filled with nothing but admiration for his strenght as he would fight many and lose to none, he would move mountains, crawl through a swamp of challenges just to reach to his end goal. Adoration, for how he breathed, for how he existed in this world like no other, felt by his sweet, tasty words, his kind heart, the kind of man this Earth lacked.. The kind of man that was shaped and made specifically for me, I felt like. He was nothing more than perfection in my eyes even when the night fell heavy on his shoulders and he would lose himself in his way, even when his anger would take the best of him and he would say things he would never mean to say, even when his past portraited him as a monster, a beast to the strangers who never took a deeper leap into his pool of sorrow and mistery. He was nothing less than perfect to me even to the day he held my bleeding heart in his hand before he walked away and my dark pools looked at him with such intense love as if I wanted to swallow him into my universe and keep him there forever. Dedication, my soul ached when he was not next to me like a scared child lost inside a dark cave seeking for a light to guide me back home. My home, his arms. 

He was the first man to whom I've given myself to completely, soul and body. I closed my eyes and let his big arms hold my feminine and frail shape, I entrusted him with my whole being not just my heart. I was nothing but drawn to him, he was nothing but the perfect half, my shadow and my light. The missing piece to everything that, up until I met him, they never once made sense to me. The doors he opened just by loving me, the views he had on the world, it's secrets that he whispered them to me so softly and I would smile so brightly, my heart filling with love like a life source that I needed in order for it to function. I wanted nothing more but to love him unconditionally, even when he would hate every inch of his being. He was more than just somebody I was destined to meet, he was the sole meaning of my being. I was his from the depths of Heaven, from the very first time we were created and I was content with that. The perfect chaos to my boring peace, yet he was my angel. I wanted nothing but to love him until the last day I had with him on Earth, I wanted nothing but to meet him in the afterlife and seek for his soul to be with and continue loving him as nothing but this divine, etheral being. 

  For as long as I live, I know he's the only one my soul will never forget
because he left his mark deeply on me. He may not be somewhere I can see him with my eyes, but my soul feels his presence everywhere. The tears I will shed will always be for him and the love I will carry will be the secret I take to the grave with me.