#soonspoon

Hi. Remember that time we were in London?

Time has been moving quicker than ever but I still feel like life is on hold. But that’s OK. For now I am patient.

As we meandered through the voiced passages and well trodden pavements I took note of the proud monolithic surroundings that captured your imagination. These lively inanimate structures have looked upon it’s people with a confidence and pride for many years whilst relying on its people to securely hand it over to the following generation.

As I write this just now I feel like one of these great giants created by men. Only my creator is not plural or a generic term used when we can’t quite remember who started and finished them. My creator is you.

I stand tall. You’ve created that.

I feel proud. You have given that.

I feel protective. You have given me reason to protect.

I feel protected. You keep me standing strong.

I feel confident. You ensure I do not need to blend in. You encourage me to scale the heights these structures reach.

I will never forget that you created me. Or to put it better, completed me.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that when we walked around that City of giants I felt like I had the right to stand shoulder to shoulder with them. You’re presence by my side gives me that confidence.

As we aimlessly strolled through the vast life around us, you held my hand. I felt like your guide but you were actually guiding me. You always do. I know where I’m going when you are in my palm. Even when I’m lost. You guide me through my darkness and my crowded mind.

As we stopped time whilst it continued frantically around us, we began the staring contest with the face of time.

As it bellowed on its hour, your face lit up as we arrived. Not late this time. You’re hand crossed mine and the beat of my heart matched that of the bell.

3.

3 echo’s of fate stopping our life in its track.

Perfect timing you said. I agreed. It’s seems fitting that by chance we arrived at 3 given the countdown milestone for which we are writing. But we tend to arrive when we need to most.

Like the night we met. By chance. By arriving at the wrong time. Or the right time. Perfect timing again we’d both agree.

3 chimes from the bell.

3 elongated beats from my heart.

3 months to go.

A lifetime of heartbeats to come. My chest against yours. Our time will be perfect. It always is.