He chose me,
I chose him back.
We had drawn the beauty from broken hearts,
and put them back together again.
Similar, but slightly different.
Once we kissed
I said:
"Together we will taste the island and the sea
and we will go upward over the mountains."
He laughed and called me crazy romantic.

A couple of days later
he told me that heaven is not a place we go to when we die
thus the moments in life
when everything is just perfect.
I looked at him for a while,
(his straight nose, black hair and blue eyes)
because that's what I meant to say all along.
Somewhere between my bedsheets and a dream I thought:

Without him
- I am nothing.