I hated it. When I was standing by his side I felt like I had never been stronger than that. Like I never, in a million years, could ever be as strong as right there. I hated how much I wanted to tell him over and over again that our souls simply play the same melody just to hear him respond over and over again “Yes, I believe in that too.” I wanted to ask God, or someone, that why, when there are two so incredibly similar human beings in this planet, are they not allowed to have even the slightest chance together? That why in all my years, in all my aching I had to meet this person right now? Why the fuck, when two people are so compatible, do they have to meet each other in the worst time possible? I wanted to put my head in his arms and look at him, knowing that everything I was was right there. Even if I had my clothes on I knew he could see everything I was. The good and the bad. I showed him all the ugliest detailes of me and in every single one of those he fell in love. He kissed the things I felt most passionate about, he mirrored all the good in me, he kissed the bad stuff too, you know. He kissed my scars and moles. Not only the visible ones but also the ones I had in my heart. The furious personality and anger I carried within. He simply kissed everything I had ever been and everything I would ever become. And I hated it. I hated the way we were meant to be together and the way we never could. He was the one for me and I was the one for him but it was impossible. And that made it feel so fucking unfair.