Lover

 

My beloved  and I, we met by the bridge where all the lovers go to die so they can be together forever. 

Only him and I.

Only her and I. 

We survived that catastrophe. My beloved's heart was navy blue, mine was black.  And my beloved didn't push a silver dagger through it to make it look fancy. Instead I was covered in the sparkles of glitters and hopes. 

My beloved and I,  we both ran away from the bridge because we knew forever was the greatest mishap to ever happen to us. So for the time being,  we wanted to be left alone in the quantum realm,  to appreciate the fact that we existed in the same spatial arrangement, despite there being millions chances of being strangers with no commons between us. 

My beloved was afraid of dying. And so was I. 

But more than afraid, I was ecstatic. Maybe I was turning into a mad man,  one who knows no boundaries. 

All my life I spent my time with the thunderstorms and the nimbus,  that never seemed to be tired me.  Always pushing me into a deeper sea to explore. 

But was this feeling enough?

I felt forgotten,  yet again I felt relieved. For my beloved and I,  in this universe we were fated to be.  With this infinite time and spatial corrugation.