Does She Exist?

Does She Exist?

On a certain day, at a certain time, and in a certain place. She came into this world. Unbeknownst to him, she was already his. Pulled from her mother's womb, glistening with new life. Her parents comfort each other. The father ever grateful, to the pain the mother has endured, to give a gift they both will treasure for their lifetimes. As the doctor spanks this new arrival, the future goddess cries out. She cries out for the man who was born not long before her, but will care for her long afterwards. And unbeknownst to her, he was already hers.

To her, the years move painstakingly slow. Yet to her parents, they move breathtakingly fast. The years have blown by, like the rainbow of fallen leaves, in a crisp autumn breeze. The little girl who was once barely a resident of this world, has grown into a beautiful woman, deserving of this world. And she thought she realizes that fact, she doesn't demand it. Her beauty is only rivaled by her warmth and her modesty. The warmth of her smile, like a sunrise on the first day of summer. Her modesty. Like that of a gladiator who slew the lion, and fell to one knee. As he was showered with roses and cheers, from the onlooking gallery of spectators. The sparkle in her eyes, like a shooting star. It only lasts a short time, but to those who witness it, it feels as if, just for a moment. That your life is headed for the better. And her body, sculpted from a broken mold, by the hands of God himself. Who designed her, not for the eyes of men, but for the eyes of her man, and him alone. Though many will see her, they will never see the way she looks, through the eyes of her man.

But while she radiates with liveliness, the other half of her equation, has not fared as well. His smile contains warmth, but it isn't seen enough, to even melt the ice in a drink. His modesty is overbearing. While his confidence is non-existent. The sparkle in his eyes, has long since dimmed. Like candlelight on windy day, it can extinguish at any time. And his body, nothing more, than a mere work in progress. Nothing to behold, but yet still waiting for her to hold. Him. Yes, he's waiting to lay his head in her lap, feel her fingers run through his hair, and make him feel as if the world isn't there. No baby, not there. You are in Heaven. And Heaven knows how this man has dreamed of this. Dreamed at night with tears in his eyes. But quickly dons his face of a stone, because they say a man never cries.

His heart is like a building. With many emotions inside, this building has long since been engulfed in flames. This inferno is his passion.  A passion for music. Burning with the hopes that this woman will hear his music, as his call to her, to which she will come running. But this building, like any other that is on fire, doesn't have much time. Because it is only a matter of time, before the inside of this building gives way, and it begins to collapse inward, onto itself. And when that happens, there will remain only ash. The ashes of relationships past.

What the future has in store for them, has been written, but it has yet to be seen. When and where will they meet? Who will be the first to speak? Or will they just lock eyes and smile? Knowing that they have loved each other, in every past life. And that their souls, have been reborn again,to pick up where they left off, so many millennia ago? Only Heaven knows.

But what I know, is that, this man is me. And what I want to know is, does she exist?

If so, please tell her that I am waiting. And that I love her already...