Song
I met you a thousand years ago. You were supposed to be my song.
Your heart and mine were forged together at the beginning of existence itself. I have been searching for you my entire life. I knew who you were before we even met.
I spoke but you couldn’t hear me. My voice echoed in my barren soul.
I am broken not because of you. I was broken forever until I met you, and experienced what it was like to be unbroken for a little while because of you.
I heard you but I couldn’t listen.
I’m strong too, but stronger with you at my side. You don’t have to give up your independence to be in a relationship. You don’t have to be beholden to your past.
Your voice is the sweetest sound I have ever heard.
Being next to you is all my desire. From now until my last breath.
Our song was never finished.
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