It all started with a look. A smile. Little did the wanderer know of the long road ahead. Almost did he decide not to. But fate had other plans.
And so he rode. In the dark of the night, under street lights and other headlights. A road he never took before. On and on, it went until he found it. Small, quaint, warm, bright. Brilliantly warm. And he knew. But he did not know how much more it would grow.
And as he lay there with her arm suddenly around him, it struck him. He wasn’t impenetrable. A heart he thought was content and happy was stolen from him in a few seconds by a simple look. And he did not sleep.
And from then on, during breakfast and on the way home, his mind was infused with thoughts of her. His heartbeat pulsing with the rhythm of his engine. And as he carried on the next few days, he found he wanted her. And the decision was made. And from then on, the days were different. The sun shone brighter, the wind was sweeter, the stars were a canvass of new colors.
She took all of him. His thoughts, his emotions, his very existence. She took him. And he let her. And he took her for himself. All he wanted was to live for her. He devoted all his time and energy to seeing her smile. To make her laugh. To just be there for her.
He never felt that way. Not for anyone or anything. It was all new and foreign and strange. But he took it all in stride. She made him feel so many new and wonderful things so much that he could do nothing else. Nothing except to love her even more. And more and more.
One look from her and he knew what she wanted. What troubled her. And one look was all it took for him to stand up and wrap her in his arms. To show her that nothing and no one would ever harm her.
She would cut him from time to time. But his love proved far stronger. Stronger than all the pain and sorrow. Strong against the winds of change and the force of time. And even though fate dealt a cruel blow, he knew that what he felt would endure. For not even the vicissitudes of time and destiny would alter the heart of this wanderer. And though she is far away now, his entire being would still cry out her name from time to time. And up above the stars and to the heavens, his tears would pierce the very fabric of the Divine.
He does not care what is being said. He does not care because no one truly knows what’s inside. This is the way he feels and it was and is what he knows. And though he gets lost most times, everything goes back to her. Nothing is left but to see her as it was. To see it as it is. And so life goes on. His storm inside unknown and misunderstood by all.
And it all started with a look. Eyes he would love to look into once more.