I was with him again. We shared an experience that hadn't occurred for me in the last three years. And I'm not talking about the chemicals. I'm talking about the energetic forces that our bodies created while comingled together. We created a light that I hadn't thought I would ever allow myself to do again due to the iron wall I've built up since moving back to Toronto three years ago. My heart had been mangled and frozen from the culmination of heartbreak and pain so much that I haven't allowed myself to place trust and complete openness in most of everyone. Somehow, this new passing stranger that I met three or four weeks ago was able to achieve something that some haven't been able to achieve in three years.
The beauty of his soul has engulfed my whole being. Time has continued to progress, the reality of our working lives have settled back in, but we shared a moment of romanticism that I had not thought existed within this space but in the space of imagination.
The sincerity and passion he holds within his eyes and voice remind me of the sincerity of humanity that I was beginning to lose hope in. How can one person remind you of everything you decided to forget?
We stared into each other's eyes whispering sweet words of love and kindness while sharing kisses that electrified our bodies. A song to sing to him, and I couldn't handle being around anyone else but him in that moment. We had to go, and be with only each other.
Our energetic forces blazed with a fiery passion as we stood in the middle of the street surrounded by the darkness of the city. He knelt down on one knee and yelled to the city that he loved this girl. That he loves her, he wants to be with her, and that he is going to marry her. A taxi driver stops by us, staring at us incredulously, and he turns to the driver and yells, "I'm going to marry this girl!" while holding my hand. I felt my heart warm, atoms melting into atoms, spreading a force I tried to pull out of my being. And, I know, it was a moment. A moment that felt right to happen. But I couldn't help but think about the sort of amazing person he is. To be able to express his feeling in one moment. To yell his passions out to a bleak city, was an inspiring moment. So, in that moment, I felt love too. I felt a sort of warm feeling that I thought I strained too much to feel again.
Love in a moment. Love in time. Somewhere, in time, that beautiful moment is happening over and over again in loops. That moment will never cease to exist. And even if time passes, and we're known to only be friends who share this great moment between us, the moment will never stop existing. The beauty of love and romanticism. A beauty I thought we only imagined.
This moment, I know, has pulled me apart, with a more sincere heart and mind, and progressed me into a new being that hopes and believes. A moment that reminds me, that love truly exists in our universe and, no matter how fleeting the moments can be, from a touch, to a few words, to years of experience, to seconds of experience. Love, it exists.