He was a loose shotgun, an untamed beast fearlessly chasing the horizon.
She was a sharp and wise, yet tender tigress with heart full of compassion.
In the countless nights, he knew how to break all the rusty, cold chains thrown on him by boring people living in the ashes of reasonable mind.
She was not accepting anything less then perfect, sleazy and cheeky fuckers just spontaneously combusted into the flames of desperation.
He was a big hearted care taker, yet he understood the primal need – to ride the winds of adventure.
She was out there, running loose in the wilderness waiting for someone alike to hunt the precious joys of life with her.
He did not hunt the bits of life, he created them for himself and shared them with her.
She envied the birds flying around, until she met him.
They are not given to fly, but to live. A life of understanding, a life of adoration, a life of innocent craziness, a life of acceptance, a life of cherishing, a life of sharing anything that comes to their path, a life of soulmates.
I wish you eternal sparkles of life in that shape,until we meet again in a form of a stardust.
Then, the drinks are on me.