I met you as the sky was falling. Each of us softening the impact of loss and holding the last remnants of hope for the other. Your gaze, the first sign of humanity in what seemed to be a cruel world. The lights in my eyes would return as I mirror that look back at you. A simple smile that rivals the most divine experience nature could provide. Each line in your face carving a path to happiness, providing a map to your joy. Your exultation expands, enveloping me into it’s embrace. As our day of independence turned to night, the fire that sparked within me would take to the sky, displayed for all to see. I bared my soul to you, revealing my truest colors. As I stood, exposed, you reached out, offering your hand to mine. Turning the spiritual into the physical. A selfless act of kindness and acceptance, sealing our fate. A moment that will be emblazoned into my mind forever.