Our story is somewhat irregular, yet that is the thing that makes it so exceptional. Our story is a minor piece confused, however that is the thing that I adore such a great amount about it. Our story showed up out of nowhere, yet that is its enchantment. I wouldn’t need it some other way.
Before we met, before I even knew you, I felt a little broken inside. I disclosed to myself I would be in an ideal situation alone until I accumulated the majority of my missing riddle pieces. However, there was a minor bit of me that trusted I would meet somebody who might demonstrate to me that it’s alright to have a couple of missing pieces, somebody who might acknowledge my mosaic jigsaw astound.
At that point all of a sudden, I met you.
It was irregular and startling. Also, trust me, I had no goals of experiencing passionate feelings for you, none at all. Yet, there was only something about you, something unbelievable. The more I became more acquainted with you, the genuine you, I realized that I was stuck in an unfortunate situation. The minute that you kissed me. It just felt so right. Something about it felt so right. It resembled one of those cliché scenes in a film when firecrackers detonate and the trumpets play and the group goes wild. Definitely, that film scene. The super mega cheesy one. The one you need to keep going forever however that is the clever part. No, pause. Perhaps the unexpected part. Each time I kiss you. Despite everything I feel the equivalent. It resembles the motion picture scene is playing on rehash. Once more. Also, once more. Also, once more. As silly as this scene seems to be, I wouldn’t fret that it continues replaying.
There were such a significant number of variables and unexplainable conditions of why I shouldn’t of begun to look all starry eyed at you, yet I did.
Gracious, and there’s this radiant minute before you understand you’re infatuated. You play with the thought in your mind. You even begin to flee a little piece. At that point all of a sudden you feel yourself being pulled back in. Like a whirlpool. A tornado. Solid and furious, yet awkwardly welcoming.
Be that as it may, at that point, all of a sudden there’s this minute, you understand you’re all in. You would prefer not to flee. You need this affection to keep going forever.
So-perhaps it’s the manner in which I talk about you. The manner in which my voice changes when I state your name like I wouldn’t see any problems with saying it for eternity. Perhaps it’s the recollections or the story. The manner in which regardless I feel each feeling of a memory that happened months back. Or then again perhaps it’s the manner in which I take a gander at you. I could take a gander at you from over a swarmed room and my heart will dependably skirt a beat.
You were that one individual I wasn’t searching for however required.
Furthermore, you gave me the best thing anybody has ever given me: acknowledgment.
You see me for my identity. You share your riddle pieces with me.
I wasn’t searching for you. I wasn’t anticipating you. Be that as it may, I’m happy I met you.
I’m happy I experienced passionate feelings for you.
*fireworks detonate and the shade closes*