My lone gunman

I know you. I've seen your face before. My memories are vague but I know YOU. I have known you for a long while now. I rekindle the image of your face every night as I sleep. Many faces cross me in my deep slumber but yours remains a constant. I remember everything about you. I feel as If we've met in some way before. In some magical twisted way. Ah yes it all comes back to me now. Its getting clearer. You sitting there across the room as our eyes meet for that fleeting moment. You feeling awkward because you felt the same way I did. I longed for you. I don't know if I have you now but the longing remains. It stays this way for I feel there is purpose in this. There is a reason behind this. There is hope lying somewhere within us. Could it be that Destiny robbed you off me, and vice versa? Could it be that Fate has other plans? I may not have these answers, and neither do you. We never will. The moment I saw you, I felt the dimming embers of love slowly light up again. Like it was being fanned by winds of that very Fate that dared to rob me off my sanity. I see you all the time. Every turn I make. Every road I take. Every street I walk. Memories of you flood my heart and soul. It softly whispers in my ear that I love you still. It reminds me of a passion I once had for life. The passion that took over me with such intensity that I feared for my life. It is strange how the feeling of love can be mistaken for the feeling of madness. But alas, who am I to try and reason with it? I sat at the resting place of the old ones a while back and pondered the very state of my existence. The whats and whys and whos and wheres. Mostly the whys. But I saw your face still. As if it had never left these shores. That face that I long to touch and and look upon in awe. That picture of serenity and the incredible feeling of the wind through the pine trees like a million voices saying your name in unison. Chanting your name. Beckoning you to come and sweep me off my feet like you did the very first time I heard your voice. The very first time you uttered my name and said you now knew what it felt like to be wanted and loved and appreciated. I loved you then with the force of a mighty wave. I love you still with the same intensity. I smile a little smile every time I peer at you through the glass frame. You're saying so much to me without even moving your lips. Your eyes burn with such passion. The embers have turned to flames now. Flames that have consumed me without as much as giving me a choice. Perhaps I never needed one. The choice was made a long time ago. A very long time ago. Beautiful. Charming. Mesmerizing. Breath-taking. All that is you is now in me. I am complete. I now know you.