I was once stuck in the blur of everything. It was as if living were an endless loop of normality, of predictability. Classes and work, it was always the same old routine.
That was, until I met him. We were partners in crime. The things we would do together but never did, and we would probably never gain the understanding of others. They don’t have to understand or approve now do they? he said.
We were an unexpected collision. Something that would not have been dreamt up by either of us.
He is an athlete. I find a strange sense of ease whenever I listen to the slow beat of his heart. Though my own always races when I am near him, our hearts find their own harmony.
What was once a world of black and white, he painted in a myriad of colors. We dance and belt out the wrong lyrics to songs with our out-of-tune voices. We fight over what movies to play. We laugh about things only the two of us get. He was always one for adventure, and I was always by his side.
Neither of us ever imagined we would find each other.
But when I found him, I stopped searching.