In Greek Mythology, humans were beings with four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces. Zeus, terrified of their potential power, split each human in half, condemning them to spend their lives searching for their other halves. This story reminds me that there are so many people in this world to interact with, to develop relationships with, and to fall in love with. The person who could come to mean the most to you, the person who you could love more than anything or anyone is living their life thousands of miles away with no clue that you exist. You could live your life without ever meeting them, you could get married to someone else and never know that a greater love awaited you out there.
When I dwell on this story I think of you, my love with the crystal clear blue eyes. Our relationship has always been special to me, from when we were just friends to when we flowered into lovers and when we were less. Our course has never been easy, and with the twists and turns, the ups and downs, I always find myself drawn to you. I do not know if I truly believe in fate, if our lives rest in the hands of the stars above us. All I know is that God knows I’m no artist, but I could paint your lips with my eyes closed, I know them just as well as I do my very own. There’s that phrase, “I could get lost in your eyes,” and I’ve never truly understood it until I found myself gazing into your eyes. Looking into your eyes, I feel like I’m watching the winter scenery; soft snowflakes gently tumbling against the ground, dripping icicles hanging from an old shingled roof, I can feel myself shiver as if I’m actually there. I’ve studied every inch of you, call me an aesthetician; you’ll always be my favorite piece of artwork. Should something happen and we finally go our separate ways, your lips will always be etched into my memory leaving my throat, my lips, and my heart burning where you once kissed me.