You’re a sliver.
A sliver of ash.
A sliver of ash from the fire that comes when a spark ignites.
When a spark ignites between two people who were destined to be (destined to meet).
Destined to be each other’s saviour and destroyer, both at the same time –
saviour of life and destroyer of peace of mind.
A taste of what life is (or should be)
even though this taste made the rest of their lives bland,
each moment without each other tasteless.
Nothing else would ever be enough.
No one else would make the world disappear, just the two of them in their bubble.
A bubble so perfect, a world so accepting.
He feared no one else would ever be enough.
She feared some one else would be.