I was her ocean, when she needed a spring
Her moon, when she chased her stars
A rush of the wind, but all she wanted was to feel the breeze.
I was her black and white, when all she saw was the colors in the sky
Blue, red, pink and all, she counted them out loud with her brother Edward so absorbed. Two lines, ohh where do they meet
Preordained destinies,they said
But love was all she whispered in my ears.
I always believed love was a mistake, a beautiful one maybe but still something that was eventually bound to break.
It never made sense to me how two people could promise forever in a world that had a thing for tearing people apart.
I learned that to early in life, watching people leave first my father, then little by little the thought of people leaving didn’t scare me as much. I stopped believing in things lasting, people change and promises did too.
Then I met Azrielle Adeh, walking into my life like as if she had always belonged here, like a love story that was meant to be. And for the first in my lifetime, love felt real like something I could hold in my hands and still lose, I didn’t want to lose this, lose her.
But as luck may have it sometimes love isn’t enough when life says otherwise.
