We Stayed In Love For Our Last Sunrise

We walked together, beyond our past, our pain, our differences, our expectations and our fears.

Hand in hand,
Side by side.

Each of us carrying our own baggage.

Each of us willing to share a piece of life with each other.

Unsure we would go to the same destination,
But willing to follow a similar direction.

For how long?
Who could know.

We don’t come from the same culture,
We don’t pray the same god,
We don’t have the same goals.

But for some reason, we built a bit of the same road.

I am grateful for every sunrise.
I am grateful for every sunset.

You showed me patience, kindness and resilience.

And I still dare to hope I inspired you a thing or two.

I remember one early morning, when I woke up right before you, looking at your eyes shut, and your face peacefully resting on the pillow.

As I cuddled your cheek and gave it a kiss, I surprised myself saying: “I think you’re the one.”

You never heard those words, back then.
Because I only said them to myself.

It wasn’t easy.

Because you are you,
And I am me.

it takes quite some time to understand, that love isn’t about owning or changing each other.

Love is about accepting and giving.

Nobody’s guilty.
Nobody’s to be blamed.

We were just two loving beings,
Living amazing and intense things.

But somehow, someday, for reasons I still can’t explain, we looked at what others call “reality” into the eyes.

It wasn’t great, but maybe wise.

And before crying after our last sunset,
We stayed in love for our last sunrise.