And i tried to talk to God about you. But I'm sure he already knows. How gorgeous you look when you smile. The sparkle in your eyes when you talk about a passion. How pretty your curls look when you wake up.

I don't know whether he heard me or not, maybe I don't have that connection with him. I only started to believe in him when I met you, A masterpiece like you, no amount of probability and chance could create that. There has to be a higher being out there if you exist. Every painting has an artist and every watch has a watchmaker. To create something more beautiful than any painting, more intricate than any machinery, I thank whatever created you and whatever circumstances led for us to meet.

And so I told this higher being about you at night, with tears in my eyes and fear in my heart. What if our souls don't intertwine, what if I was a redirection and not her destination. What if this isn't meant to be. But what if it is. What if our souls are intertwined, bound together by fate. What if right by my side is exactly where you're meant to be. What if...

I've rambled on and I apologise, I can't help but get worked up when I think of you.