I have always known him to belong to a world entirely different from mine.
He stays up until the wee hours of the morning, reading, reflecting, analyzing, and writing. He sleeps throughout the morning, wakes up in the afternoon. His circadian rhythm belongs in a different time zone, sailing seas away from me, while I lay in bed watching his back before I go to my land of dreams and slumber.
He has this distant look in his eyes. Always, always those knowing eyes that seem to have seen places I never even dreamed of going to. He saw the darkest corners of me, and yet, his eyes search for something greater and more profound between the lines of my skin. His mind wanders to far towns, meeting people I never knew existed. He tries to tell me about them, but I cannot seem to understand his words. His language is far beyond my own comprehension.
He yearns for so much more in this lifetime. He is way beyond years, as if life can be measured by time alone. One day, he is charming, the next he is a beast. I do everything I can to recognize him, so I memorize his birth marks as if they were landmarks of my hometown - just so that I can tell myself "I'm home" in his arms.
He speaks of another lifetime, that we were once star-crossed lovers. Finally, after countless incarnations, we have found our way into each other. He tells me that he is now reconquering his kingdom since he has recovered his queen. Yet, he reminds me that I need to do my own saving. He is a pauper, not my prince.
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