They were a perfect match.

Like matchsticks lit simultaneously,

they burnt in sync.

rhythmic.

like waves.

 

They complemented each other.

they wore each other out.

They burned with passion and desire.

They froze time and the seasons

because the elements were juggle balls

and they orbited them.

 

They withstood the times.

He was her prince

and she was his sleeping beauty.

…to be continued…

 

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