Nothing will compare.
Not the feeling of the first conscious breath rising through my chest upon waking, the whispered inner language of I am alive once more, I am alive;
Not the arcing of morning light across the satin of my eyelids, spiralling orange and white -
- no, I could write here of a million wondrous happenings and still cross them out roughly, none of them comparing to the moment you showed me what it means to exist;
The time we watched each other in the lapping dark across a bar table, dizzied by proximity, deft lashes of energy binding us together as love made a plan; the moment you looked up from underneath falling hair and all else in the universe slid away, defeated by the weight of that look; you smiled, a slight bite of your lip; everything in that moment was the knowing that we had stepped into the inescapable creation of us.
We paused, moments or forever, it all felt the same, fused into the act of becoming;
Nothing will compare.
Beautiful