“Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.” ~Rumi
I think I fell in love with you, he said.
When? came her reply.
Before I met you. I was staring into space, with nothing going on around me, and I smiled. It was then that I fell in love with you.
You knew me?
Yes, in the subtle ways the breeze comforted my sweaty brow. In the Sun’s rays as they woke me through my bedroom window. In the way I knew that one day you’d fill the empty space beside me. Yes, I knew you.
A smile crossed her moistened lips.
I fell in love with you, too, she said.
When? came his reply.
Before I met you. I was walking alone through a trail in the woods. It started storming, and yet despite the lightning and thunder crashing all around me, I felt at ease. I felt safe as the wind bent the trees to prayer, and I felt comfort in the way the rain washed away my tears. It was in that moment that I fell in love with you.
Their eyes met, their hearts embraced, and they kissed a lover’s paradise.