Songs: “Maia,” by Tuawki.
We were always deep in our thoughts about what our perfect version of what love would look like.
What our perfect version of what it would feel like.
We both longed for something we wanted to exist but thought that just maybe it was too good to be true.
The emptiness that created a hole in our hearts was merely an illusion to what was beneath that.
Something the eye cannot see and something we have no control over.
It was this something that gave us faith.
That if we thought it existed, then someone else must believe it exists too.
This thought was because there was something attached.
Something so small, you couldn’t put a finger on it.
Something so rare, that only the sensitive can feel its gentle vibrations.
It was a vibrational frequency stretched beyond our arms reach.
A frequency we both emitted into the ethereals.
A place where the unseen doesn’t go unnoticed, but rather a happening in the making.
It’s a phenomenon we ignore and the greater parts of what is.
The very bread crumbs we were hungry for and so we listened to those hunger pains and followed.
Through the spells of life we thought we were cast out and forgotten.
Will our call be taken?
With every choice made the frequency pulled us together.
Closer and closer.
Sacrifices had to be made, and so many were.
But something higher wanted to see victory.
And so the knots were tied and our fate was sealed.
But oh, don’t forget those details.
The Happening occurred and it was gentle and kind.
It danced, it twirled and it illuminated before us.
I could feel the warmth of the frequency as the connection intertwined.
It took me by surprise, and I questioned its authenticity.
And so the stories of our lives engraved upon stone.
Like a magnet pulling our forces together.
And before we even knew it, our invisible forces connected.
Like a plasma ball when we would be near.
And so on that day when our forces couldn’t bear the separation any longer, they collided.
It was like crispy fall leaves dancing gracefully in the cool wind.
You were the knight on the white horse in my stories.
Bounded by the wings that set upon you.
You took no recognition and came in peace.
And as we embraced our encounters, there was this ecstatic illumination.
The warmth from your ethereal presence felt like a home I know exists.
It was exactly what I had written over and over again.
A story I know all too well.
Stories that have been rewritten through lifetimes.
Awaiting for my one true love.
Time and time again.
Waiting for the rescue.
Waiting for the reconnection.
And so the stories made sense.
It was you all along.
It was you I’ve been writing about.
When love found us,
It knew we would be it.
We are the creation of “what if.”
When love found us,
It looked no further.
These stories don’t write themselves.
And now the ending is up to us…
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