I realize now, many years later, that the true reason why I wanted to be close to you all the time was not a lack of self-sufficiency at all (as a friend of yours insightfully pointed out to me once, leaving a harsh long-lasting impression on me), but my subconscious wish to share this all-encompassing feeling of mine with you, to let you sense how deep my feelings ran, to shower you with them, because I was overflowing. Even though I was attracted to and loved other people in my life, with them I felt either safe, calm, adventurous, curious, joyful, or authentically me (the second best feeling, by the way), but NEVER SO overwhelmingly in love, elated, and airy. My soul was blooming. That time with you was my personal bubble of intense genuine happiness, which I hadn’t experienced before and didn’t experience long afterwards. The electricity that ran between us did leave us with unremovable tattoos under each other’s skin, and the bliss I lived in marked me for a lifetime. I will always know as I knew then that “loving you was the happiest I’ve ever been.” (Thank you, Shawn Mendes, for this lyric in “When You’re Gone”.)
We are bound by a thousand songs.
We are bound by delight.
We are bound by my broken heart.
We are bound by the city streets.
We are bound by the falling snow.
We are bound by a fleeting spring.
We are bound by the sweetness of our kisses.
We are bound by our first “Hi!”.
We are bound by my tears.
We are bound by the invisible threads woven together lifetimes ago.
No matter how hard I tried to break those ties of ours…
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