seeds of hope.

‘Twas by chance that I came to know of you, a crossing of two paths too diverse to fathom. And it was intuition that led me to seek you out. I dreamt of the chance of finding the missing half of my greater self and it was in you that I planted the seeds of my hope.

I once caught a glimpse of you, fleetingly, as you departed to set sail across a sea of mystery. It seemed unlikely that we would ever cross ports again, but still my hope within you grew.

Perhaps, by then it was more than chance when I saw your beacon burning from afar. Though strong and bright, I knew it would not burn forever, and that towards it I must go.

I was hoping that my mind had deluded me, but you were everything I feared and more. It was as if you been moulded from my dreams while I slept, and now thrust upon me as a waking nightmare whose angelic trance I could not escape.

To my surprise you were more than just a missing half, but the whole of which I envied. You didn’t seem to need me the way I thought I needed you and I was afraid, so afraid that you would slip away from me.

Still, I remember when I planted the seeds of my hope in you, and my hope has matured, but not yet withered.