Twin Flames.

"Twin flames? Pfft. That's gay." "Love's not even real anyway." "Five years max and its a bust." "What you think is gold will turn to rust." "Simply because, well, no more lust." "Five years max and those flames are dust." "Then it's just day after day..." "proving worth to someone astray." "it's neuro science; not mystical art." "All odds say you'll grow apart." "It's simple, really, it doesn't take smart." This is how I thought, you see? From twenty nine to thirty three. All hope had been stripped from me - and then I'd found my destiny. As undeniable as could possibly be. An undoubtable future packed with glee. She was my first love twelve years ago. That one girl you could never let go. But life divided, and I could not say so. Always aunting my dreams, and haunting my soul. Rekindled, I'd found that art. You'd think we would have grown apart. No contact for a decade now, and she's left me in a state of "Wow." A divine level "HOW?!" If you didn't experience it, you would not know. You'd tell me it's not possibly so. Not only could she not let go, but we grew as one - universal flow. It's as if life was one big game to teach me how to love the same, then lead me right back to my Twin Flame.