Slipping Into Each Other's Lives

They slipped into each other's lives, easily, unconsciously, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, as if they were two parts of a whole, perfectly created and designed to fit into the missing part of one another's life.

It was beautiful to see, to feel, to know when things simply fall into place like they were meant to be: hands, like hearts, smoothly sliding towards each other into a firm yet gentle grip; lips, like thoughts, playfully and intentionally brushing with delightful friction. Like a door swinging shut with a faint metallic click. Like that tactile comfort as one puts on their favorite shoe.

They slipped off each other's lives, slowly, noticeably, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, as if they were two separate objects instead of broken halves of what once was a wonderful thing.

It was painful to see, to feel, to know when things simply fall away like they were meant to be: hands, like hearts, slowly sliding away from each other into a cold yet respectful distance; lips, like thoughts, hesitantly and willfully pressed closed with indecision. Like a door swinging shut with a faint metallic click. Like that tactile comfort as one walks away without a shoe.