The love we heard
When first I met you,something ancient woke within me,
a force I had no language for,a tide that rose beyond reason,beyond the borders of the heart,beyond all that I had believed a human soul could feel.
I loved you, with the terrible wonder of discovery,
as though the universe itself,had hidden one final secret beneath the stars and, at last,had placed it in my hands.
And then I looked into your eyes and there you were.
Not untouched, Not unaware, But standing at the edge
of the very same impossible ocean,trying to understand
the waves that had carried us there.
I saw you feeling it.I saw you searching my face
for an explanation neither of us possessed.
And perhaps that was the miracle
That somehow, without promise, without warning,
without knowing how, we had found the same impossible place.
It was as though the universe had opened a hidden door and allowed us, just for a moment,to step beyond the ordinary world.
And there,beneath the silence of eternity,
it revealed something too immense for ordinary words: us.
A love so vast, that if we gathered every word
ever spoken by humankind and tried to build a language for it, we would still fall silent before its magnitude.
A secret written between the stars.
A truth the universe had known long before we did.
And perhaps it smiled, watching us stumble through the wonder of it,knowing that we would never fully understand what had been placed between us.
Yet still, it gave us the desire to spend our lives trying.
And maybe that is the greatest beauty of love, that it remains partly unknowable.
For if I could understand you completely,
if I could measure every depth of your soul,
if I could name every reason my heart chose yours,
perhaps one day the mystery would fade.
But you were never meant to become something I could solve.
You were meant to remain the horizon I could spend forever approaching.
The star I could follow without ever reaching its end.
The song I could hear a thousand times,and still discover another note.
And I wish with everything that lives inside me, that we could have held on to that impossible thing.
That love which felt so far beyond this world, that perhaps this world could only exist inside of it.
A love so powerful that standing before it made us feel weak. not because we lacked strength, but because we were witnessing something stronger than either of us.
Something ancient. Something fierce. Something willing to fight for the two souls who had somehow found each other.
And if the years should carry you far beyond my reach,
if the winds of this life should scatter us across distant skies, then let this be the prayer I send after you:
May our love become the wind beneath your wings.
May it find you when the night is darkest.
May it rise beneath you when your strength is gone.
May it whisper my name through every storm and remind you that somewhere in this vast universe,
there is a heart that still knows yours.
And if the heavens are kind, if fate is not finished with us, if the stars still remember the secret they once revealed, then let that wind carry you home.
Back to me.
Because you are not simply the love of my life.
You are the love that changed the way I understand love itself.
The miracle I never knew I was waiting for.
The mystery I would spend eternity trying to understand.
The impossible thing that became real when I looked into your eyes.
And wherever you are, whatever distance lies between us, whatever storms the universe chooses to place upon our path
know this:
No matter where life takes us
Some part of me will always belong to what we found in each other.