I can hear sirens and trains, but I have no clue where the nearest train tracks are. Is it strange that I find it fascinating that there are people doing so many things right now - flying helicopters, putting their kids to bed, laying out their clothes for tomorrow morning - while I sit here on the sofa?
There are mid-day lawn mower lullabies, and waking up to the breeze kissing my shoulder from behind the window, and the TV left on from dozing off in the middle of a movie you wanted me to watch. For some reason this all takes me back somewhere. It doesn’t make sense, but this is how my life is supposed to be, and I don’t know if I’ve ever been filled with such a notion. The air feels like autumn and I have a summer romance under my wing, safe and sound. I love autumn, and I love you.
Yesterday he was talking about the process of his family moving to the US when he was a teenager. It’s crazy to think of if he never did. We would both still exist, but we wouldn’t have a clue of each others existence. I would have never felt anything. Any of this. My love would be somewhere across the Atlantic Ocean and I wouldn’t even know it. Think about how many people are in the world. Somehow he got from where he was to where I am, from one continent to another. His band just happened to be playing with my brother’s band at the bar in February and 6 months later we started casually talking and BAM, it happened. What are the odds? It blows my mind…
I’m not going to be cliche and call him my “soul mate”. I’m sure there are at least a few people on this planet I could settle for, but he’s the only one I desire.