Disclaimer: Not mine, never was, never will be.
Meeting
She doesn't recall the first time she saw him. The first couple days were a blur and nothing she did could bring them into focus. She looked up. Moments were lost in the meeting of them. Brown eyes so deep, so intense. She saw herself in them. Her past, present and future were there, right there, inviting her to read the words he didn't have. The safety, the comfort, the warmth brought tears. A prison she never wanted nor would ever wish to part from. She was his and somehow he was hers. It was, so simply was. She doesn't remember the beginning, or if there ever was a beginning. She does know that if it didn't contain him, it wasn't worth remembering.
Now. That matters to her and to him. Now is what they know. Now is who they are and they are each other. Every breath she inhales, he exhales. Every thought he has is reflected in her movements. His arms a haven, getting lost and found in his gaze. He said so much without ever putting sound behind the words. Always him, every moment she wanted to be with him. Needed to be with him.
