Somehow, we got there. Don't ask me how. How is still a mystery to me. A mystery I'd rather leave unresolved. I know we could trace back our footsteps. We could even follow the clues and solve the case. Or perhaps, take the hints and complete the riddle. But I'd rather not. I'd rather not lose the beauty of our mystery. I'd rather not make my way through the labyrinth we lost ourselves in.
I'd rather not tell that story. Because, honestly, stories of people coming together and people finding each other bore me. Everyone has a story of how they met. When did our lives become scripts of movies and narratives of novels? When did the stories of our lives become love stories? Stories of serendipity and stories of struggle. That's not the story I want to tell. Because I don't care how we got there, I just know we did.
I just know that somehow we replaced the silences with snippets of conversation. I just know that we fooled time and beat distance. At first, we tried to make up for the time we had lost, and to cover the distance that separated us. At first, our words flowed uncontrollably and our smiles touched the twinkle in our eyes. Our collision was unexpected, it had shaken us so. Our collision was inevitable, it had moved us all the same.
In that moment, while the guitarist strummed his strings, was when our fingers found each other. We let ourselves surrender to the warm embrace of a dream. It only lasted a breath. It only lasted a heartbeat. But I know we got there. I know because, in that moment, I had forgotten
the lyrics to my favourite song.
