we met at the wrong time, chapters of our lives left open, in need of one last sentence, one last period.
our love was like a supernova, engulfing us in a cloud of gas and heavy elements. a cosmic explosion so chaotically mesmerizing, surrounding our story with interstellar beauty.
our love was like the sun, dancing through the pages, stroking the words with red and orange, almost too brilliant to look at.
our love left bold, black smears, covering page after page, chapter after chapter, leaving behind unfinished paragraphs, statements, thoughts, sentences… leaving question marks instead of periods.
our love was abruptly smothered, smoke filling the air, choking us with wet, hot, thick reality; soot and grayish black smoke stain the story of our love, convoluting the plot line, antagonizing the protagonists.
our love struck me down like lightning, electrically stunned into place. i watched the chapters continue, a blur of words and letters smeared through pages. my story continued onward as my heart stayed in place, scarred and closed off. every stroke, every word, every sentence leaving me breathless and bitter. my story had become a foreign scripture that i couldn’t decipher.
our love is like the ocean — omnipotent, divine, sempiternal, waves crashing upon our damaged storyline, washing away the impurities forming, shaping, molding, perfecting… ending paragraphs, statements, thoughts, sentences… replacing question marks with periods.
our love will be like stardust, enraptured, eternal, genuine, sprinkling across the pages, gliding between the words, swimming around the loops and curls of every letter.
our love will everlastingly be benevolent, our book will burst at the seams with light, illuminating the once broken edges.
some chapters have closed,
some pages are redefined,
some sentences are completed
we have met at the right time.