It's been a while since we started dating, our first awkward attraction that once caused so much violence between us has grown into a soft beautiful love. It's strange to look back on where we have been, and trace the paths of our lives to see how we got here.
Our daily battles turning into gentle looks; the punches that were the only source of physical contact for us made way for light caresses; and the screaming in each others faces became sweet nothings whispered in the night.
Our hands now reaching for one another, the fear of the other person's body and the response it evoked from our own disappearing as we learned to trust and understand each other, no longer making out interactions forced and uncomfortable, but smooth, the parts we played being ironed out with every kiss.
Our shy first kisses exciting us, scaring us to move further for fear of being found out, of being rejected, but even that disappeared as all that mattered was us and the 'we' we became whenever the two of us were together.
I still remember our first kiss, the way he gently leaned in, awkwardly lighting his lips upon mine, allowing them to rest there for just a moment before jerking away in embarrassment, a deep blush pouring over both our cheeks as we struggled with the undeniable attraction that pulled us ever closer. Closer and closer until there was nothing between us, not time, not space. We built a world for ourselves, a simple apartment barely appropriately furnished, but to us it was heaven, it was our whole universe, and nothing outside of it mattered. We learned about each other there, slowly exposing all of ourselves 'til there was no mystery left, but everyday was a wonder.
It was in the haven that we lost sight of each other, and had our first real fight, a thing we almost didn't make it back from. It was a thing that tore at us from the bottoms of our hearts, making every love we'd share feel much worse than the physical bruises we used to mark each other with. The crying, and the screaming, and the fear seemed so much more real than anything else we'd experienced, and it drove us apart, until we realized what we were fearing was a loss.
A loss of the love, the comfort, and the strength we derived from our relationship. A loss of the kisses, the touches, the looks. The safety and security that came with our 'us' had been threatened and the fear of losing our identity pitted us against what we were longing most for. It took much screaming, many sleepless nights, and copious broken things for us to see we were fighting for the same thing, to be free from the fear that plagued us and stopped our 'we'.
When we finally saw the truth behind it, we laughed until we were crying all over again. And we held each other once again. And it was familiar and unfamiliar all at the same time, it was a sensation we longed for but had denied ourselves, forced ourselves not to think about, not to want, but it was undeniable after all, and not even we could split us apart.
~Owari~
(a/n: wow, it's been so long xD just wanted to try something different, let me know what you think!)