Eons

Each curve of my body has craved your gentle touch for years before my name was able to escape your lips.

I have lain awake, swallowed by the emptiness of my bed, where you belonged in my arms, before you’d had the chance to memorize the colors of my eyes.

Thousands of miles separated our first interaction, but somehow, I have known all along that you were the one my soul promised itself to.

The one I’ve been waiting for.

Waiting for eons to finally meet again.

I had wondered what your name would be this time around.

Your story, your fears, your desires.

All carefully curated long before the first memory we shared together.

It has always been destined.

It has always been us; time suspended in space while watching and waiting for us to find our way back to each other. Again.

Our names were written beside each other for as long as the universe has existed, transcribed throughout history and religion.

Our own personal rendition of the longest story of Genesis.

Our story.

Written solely to exhibit that you are my Genesis as much as I am yours.

We have finally found each other again.

Please, don’t let me go.