It’s raining quite hard. I can hear the raindrops trickling down my window, soliloquizing of a past affair during which I caught a glimpse of paradise.
We made love, passionate, consuming love. How rapturous your soul and mine intertwined as our lips met gently and your hands explored in me places I never knew existed, opening doors in my heart I never wanted to open once more. I kissed your eyes, deep mysterious pools of black I desired to drown in for eternity. You were strange, yet beautiful, a sharp contrast of light and darkness. You dwelled in a pit of loneliness, a loneliness of secrecy, insecurities. Your detachment from the world attracted me all the more. You were a beautiful manifestation of love, and destruction.
Perhaps one day we meet again, so that you may share with me once more what it feels like to be inundated with such terrifying love.