Creative Voices

By Vishwa Parma / Matthew Staff || Edited by Amanda Contessa

Two people don’t find each other by simple accident. The whole universe plays its part. The moment I saw you looking through the historical fiction aisle in the Feltrinelli bookstore. I knew I didn’t meet you by accident. You looked at me and smiled. I smiled back and said hi. 

It’s 2 a.m. now, and we are still inseparable, walking by the Tiber River. I keep staring at your goddamn smile. Seeing you smile is the only thing I can think of when I am not with you. It can light up my heart from a mile away. The ends of your lips curve into a perfect crescent when you want to say something goofy, and you know I will roll my eyes and laugh right after. Everybody has their idea of perfection, and mine just happens to be you. Nobody could ever replace you. Anyone else isn’t you. 

You hold out your hand and say, ‘Let’s dance.’ And there we were laughing, singing, dancing, running out of breath, and going back home never once crossed our minds. What are we? Are we friends, acquaintances, or perhaps lovers? Is this what lovers do? but we have never been just friends. What about the moon? The moon knows. The moon knows we’re in love. 

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