There are certain kinds of bonds that never whiter. Through the course of time and its tragic burdens they take on different incarnations - from lovers to friends, from flames to dust, yet whatever manifestation they might appear in, one thing is certain - they ignore the laws of physics. They bend time and space and allow those caught in its web to remain interwoven on a level surpassing mundane understanding. Your love was one of those rare instances, taking shape as quickly as it combusted from its gnawing magnitude. When your lips touched once more, no words needed to be spoken, to realise what had in fact just transpired. When you love someone as much as you did each other, you can lose yourselves in one another not to rekindle what was lost or to salvage what remains, but to mend what was broken. To heal and move on together. To move on as one.
