Together we were everything: happiness, purity, heart, faith, burning passion. Binding – secret – love. We existed together in absolute harmony, as fire and light, as earth and sea. When we were together the world was in our reach. Our hands fit together and I could see clearly. I knew what I wanted, where I wanted to go, what I wanted to do. And I knew I'd do it all with him. They said I was too young to know anything. Too young to feel the things I felt; to be so certain about it all.
They weren't there.
They didn't know how a tingle ran down my spine each time he stared at me. They didn't feel the warmth when our hands touched; we could be in the middle of the city surrounded by bustling people but when he held me, it was just us. I smiled and he sighed. We drowned in each other's eyes. They said I was foolish to think it would all last.
They weren't there.
I scoffed whenever the subject of separation was mentioned. I didn't believe them. We both knew we'd always be together. I used to joke about it but he'd take it seriously. He never responded to my jesting. I thought he was just so certain about it. They'd throw me looks but I ignored them.
They weren't there.
I'm glad I didn't listen to them. If I'd ever contemplated the thought of leaving, I would never have enjoyed myself so much. I would never have loved so openly. I would have held on tighter, kissed softer, loved to the extent of obsession. We wouldn't have been the same. Every kiss would be a desperate struggle to draw and radiate the most love. Every word would have to have had meaning. We wouldn't have spent long afternoons talking of nothing.
So I don't regret anything. I'll be broken for a while, but I'll mend. I have our memories. I have the scent of his last whisper on my cheek. And I'll ignore their 'told you so' looks. Because…
They weren't there.