The way I saw you was pieces refracting the light, shifting into an infinite universe of flowers and rainbows and insects and planets, magical dividing cells, pictures no one else knew.
I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself: So, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn’t the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then.
You don’t have the courage to tell me where it hurts. How will I know where to kiss? I’ll have to improvise without you; learn without you and kiss every inch of your skin until I discover your wound. Plant seeds with my lips and cover them with soil using my tongue, water them with my tears and sweat until they fully bloom. When they’ve blossomed into something beautiful I’ll run for the nearest exit. No need for the formal goodbyes; never been good at them. No need for the sadness in your eyes; never been good at eye contact anyways. This isn’t meant to sound sad or heartbreaking, there’s a time and place for everything. Except there is no time and place for us.
He made me love him without looking at me.
