Curious Affair

There was a distinctive fascination about him. His soul, in particular. How thinking of him felt like kissing; how kissing him felt like entirely more. Peculiarity in the way his laughter and hers conversed before they spoke a word, and in the way his eyes and hers made love before they even touched. Their souls seemed to be searching for the same missing piece in life’s surreptitious algorithm. It only took a few words- but they were enough. Enough for their spirits to entangle within one another, enamoured by something they knew they’ll never be able to explain. Dancing to the same melodic anesthetics, they became one. His cells and hers in a biological trance. Hand in hand, hearts beating in sync, they fell into that curious affair called love.