We’re Both Storms, but We’re in Love

I ever questioned myself, who would love a storm in a human shell like me? People tend to avoid dangerous things, it is almost impossible to love them. I even avoided myself and was unable to love her right, then how was I supposed to wish someone would love me when I didn’t even do it either? How was I supposed to want a soul to stay when I didn’t even know how to be a home to my soul? How was I supposed to seek peace in somebody when I couldn’t even have it?

Until he came into my life.

Another storm that was even bigger than mine. He came like a mizzle, then turned into a dangerous storm just like me. I always wondered, who could love a storm in a human shell like me, and he did. My storm was loved by a bigger storm. We were all storms, but we fell in love.

I brought my wounds to the table, he brought his too, and we healed them together. You know, the more you love someone, the more you’ll know how damaged their souls are. We were just two damaged souls who tried our best to stitch each other’s wounds.

He was bruised here and there too, just like me. But my world has been better since him. He was like an earworm in my favorite song. Two or three lines that I repeat every day without even stopping a bit.

A wise man said the wounded recognized the wounded, and I guessed he was right. Just like how rain healed the loner, we loved and survived each other. He hugged my storm as I hugged his, he sailed it as I sailed his. We were all just storms, but we fell in love.

One day we will reach our shore, right?