Opening line: “you are the best thing that happened to me” he said
For a fireball; one of the most torturous things is trying to control its velocity. An effortless gesture to stop or slow down defies its nature and subjects it to expected affliction..
af·flic·tion (noun): the cause of persistent pain or distress
He loves me slowly; my velocity -Velocity (V) = Displacement (S) / Time (T)- is not entirely incoherent to the world pace.
Displacement (S) – It is not the distance between us, “we are connected”, ”you cannot ignore that bond”. It is the DISPLACEMENT, you cannot confuse that with distance. We are not way far from the starting point. We are close in concept, mundanely crawling through a hollow mediocre passage to a climax that I suspect we will reach.
Or shall we say it is the journey not the destination!! “الحب طبقات من التألف والتاريخ المشترك”
3 years of nothing but memories I had to slice throughout brief stolen encounters. Nothing to keep in my scrap book or hide away from the world in my wardrobe. Not even a special poetry verse that says “it reminds me of you”. There are certain things in life that needs tangible proof, love is one of them.
Time (T) - Waiting is agitating, draining, and merciless. It does ruin the budding fruit, and withers the green hearts. Pace up, as I have paced down although it is against my laws.
“I will bring joy to your heart” said he who made me see the edges of my heart turning brown.
