I guess we never realize how toxic someone is until we breathe fresher air. So to you, deary, I hope you find the oxygen to your hydrogen gas. Someone fluid like water that looks through your cracks and sees what you have inside like water seeping through a broken vase. I hope you find that someone to have a strong bond with. A bond that can return to its old fluid state even after turning into ice in your on and off relationship. And when you meet that person, I hope you meet the chemistry as well. S/he’ll be the postive to your negatives and you’ll be the positive to his negatives. As if soulmates are born with polarities made for each other.
Our love wasn’t trapped in a box. It wasn’t hidden in a package waiting to be delivered to the right person. There is no right person. There was just us, two people an ocean away. People will never understand how we deliver our love to each other. Maybe cupid flies across oceans for us. This, unseen, unheard, but felt from an ocean away, tucks me to bed in cold nights and I know then that I can sleep in peace and wake up to your love . And though the tides may turn and the tides will flip, it never managed to drown what we had. Maybe you didn’t stay by my side, maybe you couldn’t, but we found love beyond the four walls of our bedroom.