It was raining. I could feel every single droplet falling through my skin. The stream of coolness lurked down my cheeks. As my palms swept the drops across my eyes I saw her. Even the drops in front stood still to reveal the beauty of her. Her wandering eyes caught mine for a second and I could never do that smile I gave her that moment again. Legends say soulmates are made in heaven may be heaven was pouring down their blessings to celebrate our meeting.
I remember every moment we share. Every face we made. I saw her I heard her I touched her I smelled her and tasted her. We loved each other for what we were.
We missed each other when we were away. We never had our words flowing through our thumbs. There was no yellow face to highlight our emotions. I hear her chuckle over my jokes as our laughs were never buried within three letters. I held her hand when in sorrow as we had no songs at our fingertips to share in sadness. We made love in the dark from our hearts as we were before the age of flashing pictures.
Our love lived in the memory which was a gift from the heaven where we were moulded together than the ones carved out of silicon.
We are proud that our love knew every sense that a human know than the two thumbs banging on a glass.