So I’ve come to the point where I’ve now loved someone so much, that I’ve nothing left of myself. I feel him at night while I”m lying in bed. I see him during the day in my daily life. It’s like so many pieces of my life match his that my world forms his face. And to know that his physical body is out there, not “feeling” the same way I am, is crippling.
To have things in your universe SO perfectly match another individual, to the point that you become not just your body, but everything you perceive and believe, and know that they are on the opposite side of everything you are? Is both everything beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time. It’s like if everything you are became flat as a paper spread out for eternity. Like you melted and your body was absorbed into nothingness. But your perfect match was the other side of the paper. You are forever so close. But now you know. YOU KNOW, that no matter what else you do, you cannot be with them how you want. Because you are either perfectly touching everything matched and complete, or you must rip away from each other, as far as the eye can see, and the mind can comprehend to create a physical form to come together as a couple as you had always envisioned as we are programmed to do.
But you will always have this knowledge of where you can from. To the bitter end of how thoughts were formed, because in your deep thoughts, you both went to the darkest corners of your mind and soul and very being to find the start.
The start of you. The start of time. The start of us, one, everything. And so despite everything around you, and the few remaining unanswered questions, you know. You know that you came from each other. And with each breath you create each other. And so you hope and believe and trust the hardest thing in the world, that you created, but you trust, that you can both maintain this knowledge at the same time. On both sides of the paper. To maybe both believe at the same time that this love is the deepest and truest and realest and most beautiful love ever.
Because when it comes down to it, the world had to be created at some point. Why not here. In our love in our thoughts? In our breath? In our perception? In this beauty?
And if so, let’s take the knowledge we have, from our view, and perception, to move on with our “life” and create death. Our final resting place. Not somewhere where we would have to come back onto this plane of insanity, dropped back onto this paper at a different location, but lets start matching up to our original start, lets bring it back to the beginning again. Let’s uncreate if you will. Lets find our start. To find our self.
And know that the very real possibility exists that an actual human being may be out there right now to match all our thoughts. To be the other side of our paper. To be our infinity.