What a coincidence you and I are here at the same time. I don’t mean the clock on the wall or the ground that we’re standing on. I don’t mean the hour we first met or the same bed we slept in. What a coincidence you and I are existing in the same universe at the same time. I mean, we’re both cosmic beings, living and breathing at the same time. I mean, speaking words and feeling emotions with these things we call bodies. What a coincidence you and I are in love at the same time. I don’t mean, the immature we barely speak and our hands brush briefly. I don’t mean, a simple kiss, no wedding rings and packed bags ready to leave. What a coincidence you and I are in love at the same time and we say it. I mean, the type of love that collides every time we’re around each other and at the mention on each others name. I mean, the intimacy of knowing your mind and you knowing mine. I mean, the way the world revolves around us and we have no regard for time.
What a coincidence the universe existed at the same time we did.