Jo and Joe meet, somewhere, where the the script demands. It is seamless, not forced - a play of fate that is meant to be. Jo is bright and confident, Joe is shy and sincere. When such matches happen, the world freezes. Perhaps only for Jo and Joe. The violins play - perhaps no one hears them except Jo and Joe - But isn't that enough?
They sneak out from the judging world, like little kids bent upon extending their play date, looking for silly excuses to prolong their rendezvous. Jo throws caution to the wind and dances in the open. Joe plays to her tunes. The giggle and snuggle, holding each other close in chaste security. For a moment, time stands still - no one feels it perhaps, except Jo and Joe. But that's definitely enough!
They chase each other in the filtered sunlight of the nostalgic room. They feed each other's soul, smiling all along, oblivious to the plots of life. They eat out of each others hand, smooching tenderly and making a divine connect, fusing their eternal souls in that reverie. Destiny pauses - the world keeps spinning, but Jo and Joe pause too...losing each other to each other.
They fight a bit too, and Joe pacifies his Jo. Pleading in silence, offering flowers, groveling at her feet. Jo gives in her act - she cannot stay mad at her Joe for too long. Their losing in each other brings forth a new entity - of progeny, of love,of support! There's a load of caring, a heap of concern, a sprinkle of lust, a sparkle of giving - all mixed up with forgiveness and understanding. Joe and Jo - true destiny's children.
They prank around like best buddies, offer each other a shoulder like philosophers. Carrying the loads of their emotions in unison - holding each other close like they would hold on to their own lives.
Joe and Jo set out on a roller coaster ride, they brave the high tide, they chase the rainbow, they talk, they listen, they nurse loss together, they grow faith in that pairing - sometimes, they just hold each other's hands. And all those challenges step back. No one notices perhaps, but it really doesn't matter as Jo and Joe only exist for each other, in each other, always and forever!
They had heartbreaks, tears - those too did pass. They just did pass. As nothing stands a chance against love for the sake of love.
Such stories, such divine designs - but there's a free will in there, that Jo and Joe write for themselves - the subtle art of loving just because.
Such stories exist! Art, dearies, imitates life! Have faith in art, have faith in life! Be a Jo to your Joe or a Joe to your Jo - there's no other magic than the magic of love. Amen :)
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