I see him now.

Once he was far from me- but now he's so close that our breaths forget who they belong to.

He used to be a mystery,

like a quiet riddle crawling beneath my skin-

but I did not solve him.

I unfolded into knowing.

We are no blank pages-

we are ink,

spilling into something that will outlive us.

How I thought I was in "love" with my past?!

This-

is true love.. something that answers back.

My heart does a little jingle just at the thought of kissing him-

Playing Caribbean blue with strings of my pulse- a song only my body remembers.

Not even a flicker of doubt in my heart, he completes me so much I'm afraid -

 what remains will be if he ever leaves me.

Beautiful things break too...

My peace says he will not abandon me... making it louder than my fear.

And I-

I believe him like my faith in God.

Finally, I have found the broken piece of my mirror-

And it's Him.