One True Love

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One True Love

Oh, my love how many years it’s been. I never keep track except those rare moments of reflection when I look back at all our time together. Sometimes it’s to figure out the exact moment I fell in love with you. In a way I was always in love with you, there was no single moment. From singing in the car as babies, to hunting for you in a closet, and hiding out together in high school. You’re all I’ve ever needed and ever wanted, if I have you my life is complete. No problem is too much to handle, if you could get me through my formative years, you can get me through anything.

If I close my eyes, I can see a cool autumn afternoon hidden away in the music room together. No clue what class was skipped, but it didn’t matter. I had your warm embrace and could hear your sweet, angelic voice for eternity. Euphonious dreams were weaved through my ears and entangled into neurons. That’s when you lit something in me, I thought impossible. Sure, once in a while you’ll hear a legend of something like this happening, but you don’t actually think it’s real. Until one day you're gazing into each other’s life forces and a symphony begins to form. Measure after measure of doting and dedication to you and you alone. Weave one hundred voices into a teller singing an epic love story. Each one acting out a scene from our story for the world to behold in awe. To travel to endless places and beyond on the waves of a clef. Intricate halls that tower into the Heavens, rich velvet cascades down onto a maple stage. Luxuriously carved theater chairs line the entire space, fitting as many ears as possible. Glorious Gods gazed down to offer favor in the form of a rose to those who bore their soul for all to hear. The two of us whispering in the mezzanine about the day it’ll be only us on that stage together. We would blast our love past the Gods and out into orbit for all of creation.

Then tragedy struck and we crashed back into Earth, blown apart. It took me over a decade of tireless searching just to find you again. When I found you instead of crying and telling you how much I missed you, I merely observed you. Made myself distant to see where your heart was and if it was still with me. I wasted a year arguing with myself whether or not what we shared was destroyed. Deep down I knew the truth all along, we were always meant to be together. Even after catastrophe we still managed to drunkenly wander back into each other’s begging arms. That first embrace, was like nothing had ever changed and we were right back where we left off. Only, things had changed. Being away from you, I decayed away. You, confused from a decade in the dark, didn’t know what to do. Carefully, we delicately felt each other out, hoping to find who we once lost. Slowly, but surely pieces become recognizable, and this no longer feels impossible. Hand in hand we become once more and shakily croak past the dust and dilapidation. Struggling, we push harder and harder until an elegant whistle breaks free.

So now here we are lying in each other’s arms and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. Both of us bone tired, sticky with sweat, yet still yearning for more. Promising in hushed whispers to swing the sun to sleep again tomorrow. Smooth rhythm exhales from the walls as we bask together and spark new hope for our new life together. Eagerly saying hushed how we’ll blow on the streets, injecting adrenaline into the humdrum day to day. Making our way to the big city to wail together and no other reason at all. Dopamine became our pulse as we excitedly decided that once we went through the atmosphere this time, we wouldn’t come back. We would sway in the stars with our creations dancing around us.