Chemistry, that biological, raw physical attraction.
The spark, almost like electricity, fire to ignite and burn brightly.
I once asked a wise man what is chemistry, and he told me it’s
wordless communication, it’s when energy is flowing in the air, and
all that need to be said, all that is important, is that fizzle that
force.
It brings tears to my eyes because I know what that feels like, as I
remember seeing you walk toward me, standing feets away, and I can
clearly feel that strong force, that chemistry overwhelming me.
Wordlessly I forgive you for all the fault that you have done, all the
imperfections that you still possess, and all the ways you are still
struggling to become, a better version of yourself.
Wordlessly I forgive myself, for giving in to that attraction, putting
up with the struggle along the way, and working as hard as I can to
become a better version of myself, who would be able to get along
better with you.
You ask me why I am silent, as you are not used to moments without
words. I didn’t know what to tell you at that moment, because I am
wordless. But I know now: all that need to be said between us is
already communicated, through moments of wordless communication.