Have you ever wonder about life after this? About how the oddly, familair irises of a complete stranger entraps yours in such a way, leaving you with a vague sense of dejavu?
That 'have i met you before; moment? Yeah, i feel it all the time. Or every life time.
What is love? Why is it so desirable? What makes every fiber of our being sat that's all we truly need? The wanted touch of another that makes you think ' i want to spend the rest of my life with you.' and what about when time's up in the world? Do you go searching through the abyss for the wanted thief that still possesses your heart? Do you watch over them from above, giving guidance in the trials that are soon to come? Or is there just nothing? Nothing to hope for, nothing to see, nothing to remember, making your love just as precious?
Love can't always be at first sight. Sometimes it takes those trials and errors, those patches of scars on your heart to find the right person to mend your distorted view of what love really is. Soulmates were believed as a myth. Something for lovesick girls to wear their hearts on their sleeves, only for the wrong guy to take a shot at. Two souls bound together in the same wave of time. You may not believe, but i will search the ends of the earth for my love until i die and my life resets again...
