Content I am. With a smile on my face and a glow in my eyes. That I had just been in a dream. Moments flew on feathery soft wings.
We smiled for no reason but for being happy. We gleamed. We shone. Not like a firefly, nor like a diamond, but like a pearl. Soft and milky white.
That we rode in parching heat, like it was a breeze of early summer mornings. That we pulled off the road, so that the time should halt. That we fell into embraces like how much we belonged there. That we tasted the nectar like our lips had never tasted love before.
How would it matter what we were? The two eternal souls randomly collided in the complex machinery of existence? Why would it matter?
That we existed is truth. Like the peacock that flew right above our head and no one else but we two saw it. If we two had not noticed it, would it mean that the peacock never existed? It did.