The day I met you

I think I met you in another life.

Back when the stars told stories of fallen heroes along with the tragedies that followed.

Back when people sailed to the other side of the world to find their purpose, and there I found mine with you. 

I think we met and pulled away the same way the ocean kisses the sandy beach and pulls away to find another beach to kiss. 

I know the sun sets in every city of every country of every continent, but I like to believe that the sun set doesn’t exist in our own little world. 

In our world, the sun is always out and kissing our skin the way we kiss our lips. And it’s never dark. Because even when the sun is taking a rest, the stars come out with the moon and continue to light the paths that lead us to each other. 

I think I met you when I learned how to read. Because I then learned how to read beautiful poems that melted like silk on my tongue and that was when I could taste your existence. 

I think I met you when I learned how to perfect my grandmothers recipe. Because I then learned how to put all of my love and care on to a plate to make sure that my love was enough to nourish you and keep you going even if it was without me. 

I think I met you when I sat outside in the rain and let the tears of the sky cover me in it’s cold embrace. Because that was when I learned that the warmth of your presence was slowly pulling away the way I wished the sun never set. 

I knew I met you when I lost you. 

Because when I lost you I looked for you everywhere. In all the places and in the deepest corners that I, at one point, didn’t know existed. I was so convinced that I was going to find you again. So I sat every morning, watching the sun rise. Over and over again, waiting for you to come with every sun rise that came. 

But then I realized that you weren’t the sun that kept rising over and over again. So I slept in. 

And I stayed up late with the moon and the stars and the pitch black sky. 

And I found beauty in the dark blue night sky that seemed so endless compared to the morning hues of orange and yellow. 

I knew I met you when I no longer wished to find you again.