BETTER

Concurrent with profound revelations, hindsight had painstakingly evinced twenty-twenty. While commodious at best, our former escapades boasted an antimonious undercurrent when juxtaposed to what we were currently and decisively forging.

Deciphering eureka moments of our bygone partnerships. Realizing… they weren't drastic enough. They lacked desperation. Risk was absent. Reciprocity was deduced. Altruism was meager. They just felt… opportunistic and selfish. Intimacies left wanting.

The disparities were inordinate. It was impossible to liken our foregone with our now- unimpaired contradictions in darkness and light.

But at present, with this being us. What we had was better than redamancy- the act of loving in return, the one who loves you.

No. It was much better.

Ours was a togetherness where lovers drew breath concurrently, harmoniously bestowed and purloined, both ways, void of presupposition. An unprejudiced selflessness. A generous and unstinting devotion. A parlous love, refusing to wait for the other to confer our predilections- emanating affection, unbothered by probabilities of reciprocity.

Each willingly, embracing loosely, a barely notional, reliant confidence in our beholder's fancy. Convinced our love was providence. Betting on ourselves- wagering we were completely and entirely what the other necessitated and coveted.

This kind of love demanded a conscious decision to forgo the utopia, favoring this blissful fool's paradise. Deliberately and decidedly immune to critics and detractors.

This reckless aesthetic was a banned epoch. Embargoed due to its generous irrationality and impossibility. Centuries from now, we would most certainly be branded as folklore, legend- a fantastical children's read.

But this lifetime was too precious and irreplaceable to succumb to interpreters. Mad-crazy, and cognizant this was as close to Zion as we could get while in these temporal integuments. We weren't torn between anything, let alone two worlds. We created our own Inland.

That's what made what we enkindled dangerously beautiful. The reason this aforesaid love was just... better. Veritably better.