The aftershock of the first arrow ever shot by Cupid, thousands of years ago, shakes simultaneously in both our hearts.
The running of the ink from the first love poem ever written binds the blood in both our veins.
The first utterance of the word “love” echoes in both our souls.
Me and You, we are the love that not only dares to speak its name but dares to shout it to the heavens.
We are the picture which artists wish to capture and the words that poets wish to right.
We may have both gone through life for many years not aware of the other, but our spirits are kindred.
We are the different sides of the same coin, incomplete without the other.
We both walked along our roads of individual destiny, and as the stars aligned, as the artist painted, as the poet wrote, as Cupid fired his arrow, our paths crossed.