We were in love once upon a time.
Our nights glowed brightly with the background of hopeful stars, and music always seemed to be in the air when we were to together. Our days, even the darkest and rainiest of them, always seemed to hold a special sort of comfort when we were in love. We did what everyone dreams of doing; we grew old together. The days of before were almost perfect, and we believed that someone must have made us to be soul mates. We were so happy in those days.
Meeting you for the first time was like seeing the sun for the first time. Never being with you before, I didn't know what I was missing. But, when I walked into that room, you immediately looked at me, as if knowing you needed to see the person you would spend the rest of your days with. Our eyes locked, and we knew you and I needed each other. No one had ever made my entire world light up with a single look… but you did. You left the group you had been a part of, walked right up to me, and asked me my name.
Everyone had disappeared, time had stopped, and the only sound in the world was my name rolling off my tongue, and past my lips. You seemed to capture the very name out of the air, and expel it back towards me, sounding breathless. Then, you breathed out your own name, and asked if I wanted to dance with you. I was entranced; I followed you to the multicolored dance floor.
We didn't speak much that night, we were content to gaze into each other's eyes for eternity. No one else could intrude on our world that night. We were sure, even after knowing each other less than a day, that we were in love. It physically hurt to leave you that night, even with the promise of seeing you the next day; with the sorrow I saw in your beautiful eyes, I'm sure you felt the same. I left that night with a heavy heart, but my lips tasting of you. It was both the greatest, and most painful time of my young life.
Falling in love was easy, controlling our love was the hard part.
No one could deny how in love we were; strangers saw the perfect couple, our friends could never bare to separate us if they could, and our families knew we would be together forever. Without you near me, it wasn't as if I was incomplete, but more of a feeling of powerful longing had overtaken my entire being.
You were my favorite subject, my muse, my thoughts, my dreams.
You were my everything.
We were each other's everything, all day, all night, for all eternity. I suppose that was our undoing. It physically hurt both of us when we weren't together; that should have been a huge sign, I suppose.
No matter how in love two people are, arguments still arise. While we didn't argue often, when we did, it lasted for weeks, sometimes months. Over the years we had learned how to ignore certain attributes of one another, but there were times when we could only take so much. The things we argued over were, most of the time, childish, and filled with jealously.
Love can indeed be blind, deaf, and mute, but that didn't mean we had to be.
We were in love once upon a time, but then we grew old together.