She was both the cure and the cause of my madness.
Ours wasn’t a spectacular love story. We met like random words. Alone, we meant nothing, but when put in a sentence, we completed each other. We made sense, it was just the perfect fit.
Of course, we had our fights. She drove me mad. Did I annoy her? Do you doubt that? Don’t.
Yet, when it got too noisy, she was the quiet I needed. She was my drug and I an addict.
We would go for days without talking. I would be at my wits end. I imagined that she was happy in some fairy tale land of hers, yet I knew that was impossible because she didn’t believe in fairy tales. She was the coffee to my bright mornings, she instantly made me feel alive. And I surrendered.
Ours wasn’t a spectacular love story,
Ours was a simple poem…
Short, delightful and unforgettable.