One day an impulse struck me and I was compelled by love to contact the one who is in my mind my spouse.

She goes through dark paths for me and I for her, yet we rarely meet.

It has been an unwritten argument between us that we shall attempt to spend utmost time away from one another in order to see whether our love is really true or merely “Luv”.

Over time we have grown doubtful of our adherence to one another and the time has come to prove our mirth along with the depth of our devotion.

Will we be tethered as we once were? Do we still know one another, or have we changed to such degree that we have trouble readjusting?

Question upon question lures me into areas of uncertainty and insecurity.

Having no endurance nor wellspring in my life has warped me into a demon that is lustful and banal, brutally honest and to the point. Almost totalitarian my thoughts seem and I am far too dismayed when things do not go my way.

I am missing ease of being and a gleeful smile.

Yet I trust that these qualities shall return once our bonds are strengthened once again.

The quest is to reunite slowly in a fashion that has us not sacrificing our own new found abilities and pays tribute to our own charms and character.

I pushed out my longing for her and received info in the form of knowledge that I would have a visionary dream in a coming night.

All day I spent merely to fall asleep, nervous and curious. Anxious and fearful of disappoint of her notions that will have changed by now.

It is my belief that we somehow keep tabs one another through reasons unknown and she will have a lot of adjustments for me that I need to work on.

Now I wonder whether this effect is true me too? Does she know what to change about herself so we fit? Are we tied to not knowing how other feels, while having hits of such that act out in a theatre of the subconscious…

Is this what is referred to as chemistry?

I fell asleep in its natural way one night to find myself within simulation that was close to virtual reality.

Along with armies of friends it seemed she pranced at a club, so daunting and confident that I was scared to make a move.

I exited the “chatroom” only to find a message in my inbox telling me to meet elsewhere.
Upon arrival she seemed meek – as if her persona was for show, yet also for her own pleasure.

She uttered a sigh of relief at my sight as if a weight had been lifted, but there was something that had me unconvinced.

We had both built up guilty consciences that needed clearing and we hacked out plans the rest of the night with a few drinks to arrive at undevious plans to somehow end up together.

The last moments were the best and lead me to wake up suddenly in storm of sweat. I panted as my heart fluttered for the first time in what seemed like decades and needingly hurried to the tap in the kitchen.