The Beginning:

We met early on a Sunday morning,

Late on a Saturday night.

The air was cold as ice,

And yet the second we met,

The night got warmer.

 

In a world full of lies, 

Our connection was real,

Raw from the beginning, 

From our first conversation.

 

The opposite of typical, the epitome of scarce

I kept waiting, I keep thinking

You’re living in a dream, it’s all in your mind.

But so far it’s reality, and proving

maybe it is possible, to find someone so fast

 

You’re a cliche, 

And yet you’re eccentric.

Maybe it’s because we already finish each other's sentences,

Or when we touch it’s a shock to the system, and sometimes doesn’t even feel real

Who knows?

 

All I know for now,

Is that you are nothing I expected,

But everything I was looking for,

And that is rare as anything

So I’ll hold your hand any chance I get,

In case you slip away,

As fast as the wind, as quickly as the ice melted

The day after we met.