Puzzle
I met a girl...
We started as texting friends you know. DMs, and Whatsapp VNs. Looking back at those messages now, they remind me of a knitted quilt blanket;
that is, they're like daily patches sewn together, telling a story of two people falling in love from far away.
that is, they're like daily patches sewn together, telling a story of two people falling in love from far away.
A month. To most, it doesn't seem like a long time. But to us, two people who don't have the luxury of being able to see one another everyday, of being able to kiss each other goodnight every night, of holding hands and stuff, or coming over to each other's place as the mood strikes, to us..a month and some change is an eternity.
But we're a special breed. People like us, we see with our hearts. And when you see with your heart, you become strong. That's us. Strong. I remember hearing stories about distance, and what it does to people, even those in love. Their hearts were in the right place. But I never hesitated. I never doubted. Because I'm one of those people. The ones that see with their hearts. I believe. I believe in her. I believe in us. I know she is worth it. I can see her. We've both been hurt before, sure. But we never let our histories keep us from our beautiful future. Because we believe. Because we see with our hearts.
And that's why we were brought together. That's why we'll stay together. Because we fit. I used to worry a lot. When we'd first really spoke together, I worried when I didn't get a reference of her, or when I didn't know anything about one of her favorite authors. I would think to myself, "Why doesn't she fall for someone who gets those things, or with whom she shares these interests?" I worried I would lose her to someone who fit her better. But I learned something special. Something important. I learned that likes and dislikes don't mean people fit. Imagine a puzzle. A puzzle where each piece has the wrong image painted on. So, when you put the puzzle together, all the pieces fit, but the final image doesn't make sense, because each piece has the wrong painting. The whole purpose of a puzzle, is the final image. I was very happy to discover that our pieces fit, and our image is beautifully perfect. Our hearts fit. That's what really matters. That's what soulmates are. The image, of course, is of a certain tree. With each piece, the tree gets brighter and brighter. Under that tree, there are two people. A beautiful girl, and a silly looking gent, making a silly face while she laughs.
But the tree isn't finished. The puzzle, is still incomplete. Next to them are six little shoed feet, attached to six little legs. But we can't see who these three little souls are. Not yet. What we can tell is that the man and the woman are very happy with these three little people. Whoever they are. With time, more pieces will be added, and our puzzle will be complete. A tree. A moon. A dragon. And three little fireflies. Whom they will love with all their hearts. And to whom they will pass their love.
I'm going to spend the rest of my life with this girl. The girl who's soul I met before I met her body. A girl who touched my soul before she ever touched me. A girl I'd been waiting my whole life for. Wame.
We only once ever talked about doing a puzzle together (in a dream of mine at least).
So let's do this one. Together