We Were Too Wild To Last And Too Rare To Break

Out of all the things he says, the only things she could hear were his eyes. Their spell was unrivaled and their depth was immeasurable.

She had always lived by the belief that everything that happens must have a reason, but when she looked at this predicament they were in, she stood in disbelief.

I think what fascinates us most isn’t what affirms our logic, it’s what denies us the very shred of reasoning we had been holding on to our whole life.

She knew that he saw the present only as part of the past, and it was the one thing she never grasped, because the truth was that she never felt the present as much as she did when he was around.

He didn’t need to touch her and he didn’t need to say a word. Her words fell right onto his lips every time. They were connected with a single, seamless thread that only they were aware of. This is what made it difficult for them to be apart—the fact that they shared a secret not even the stars could steal from them.

His eyes were an ocean of mystery to everyone. Everyone but her. To her, they were mirrors. Those mirrors reflected back what she loved most about herself. Reflecting infinity in a split second.

Being in his presence always felt like riding in a fast car on an endless highway. There was a rush of adrenaline and constant anticipation of the unknown.

They never knew how to end or how it would end, but the uncertainty they lived in had a single and clear constant: them.

They were not two people in love. They were not in love. They were not even two people.

At that point, she was just sandpaper and he was the match that lit her world up. They were one, the halves of a whole connected by eccentric minds and blazing souls.

I can’t write about her anymore and I certainly can’t write about him.

Words to describe them are like shouts into the void. I know that the space between them can never be distance, it’s merely the declaration of two minds’ independence sharing the same soul.

I can’t write about them because I can’t look at them from the outside. I can’t keep looking at her like a stranger, knowing that with him, she’s the most ‘me’ I’ve ever been.