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I know it’s silly, but

Do you believe in fate?

Do you ever think about fate?

What about coincidences?

Well, what about the chance of us growing up 30-45 minutes away from each other until you move down here when you’re 13,

And then about 10 years later, I move down here,

And then a year and a half later, we meet.

What are the chances of that happening?

Is it a coincidence or is it fate?

Is it predestined?

An already spun tapestry of our interconnected lives.

The thread of our souls already intertwined?

Or is the tapestry incomplete?

Slowly spinning more and more as the sun rises and sets,

And the thread of our souls may not look like they will meet

Until they eventually do.

In this tapestry we call life,

Our threads have already met.

But what are the chances we have so many similarities in our upbringing

For it not to be predestined and prespun?

I think about these things.

I know it’s silly, but

it gives me hope.

Copyright (C) Jennifer Gioia 2018.

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You Are My World

 

When I’m with you, moments seem to last longer, but days seem to pass by quicker.

Every love song on the radio reminds me of you, some even bring tears of joy to my eyes.

That’s never happened to me before.

When we’re apart, I anxiously wait for the next time we meet.

When we kiss goodbye, I wish we could have one more kiss.

The world comes to a halt when I’m in your arms.

The heat of your body always warms me perfectly.

Sometimes I like to trace the features of your face.

I always seem to swim in your eyes. The colors they can change to never cease to amaze me.

When I close my eyes, I see your smiling face push through the dark.

The thought of you not in my life, I can’t even imagine.

When I try to, my world tumbles over.

I always wish for you on every eyelash.

I’ve always dreamt of a love like ours.

It’s still hard to grasp that it’s real, that it’s really happening to me. To us.

I see sparks fly whenever you smile.

Butterflies still flutter around when you kiss me.

I know all your little antics and I find them quite adorable, even the annoying ones.

You’re all I need.

You’re all I want.

You’re everything there is in the world to me.

You are my world. Continue reading You Are My World