there was something 

in the way history 

told our story.

it was beautiful 

and yet so tragic.

it was told that

we would always 

be searching for 

one another 

across the stars 

just to find peace 

in each others arms.

but history would 

never let us be happy

for long.

there was always a price 

the universe said

when we found each other.

when the universe separated us

we’d always be missing half 

of ourselves, 

we’d only be half alive.

so when i found you,

after all that yearning,

wandering through 

heaven and hell.

i felt whole after years

feeling like i was missing 

the other half of my heart.

we were never told 

how many times 

history had repeated itself,

but i believe in my heart 

it was always written in our

blood to find one another. 

our love always came with a price 

but it was one i’d always 

be willing to pay, 

if it meant i could love you 

until my dying day.

– our history meant nothing unless we’d be remembered together.