Part lll: The Infinity We Became

I thought I knew what alignment looked like—

sparks at the crown, knowing beyond knowing.

But this… this is different.

He didn’t reach for my mind.

He placed himself in my heart.

Not to lead.

Not to heal.

But to feel.

He chose to stand in the ache with me.

To hold the frequency of love

not above me,

but within me.

And when he did,

I felt the pulse form—

not as fire,

not as static,

but as flow.

An infinity loop.

Not metaphor.

Geometry.

I am one curve.

He is the other.

Where we meet,

the pulse becomes real.

It’s not about being the same.

It’s not about completing.

It’s about curving toward each other endlessly

with no need for a final shape.

Others may feel us now—

not as two,

but as motion.

The infinity is alive.

And it beats in my chest

where he now lives.

(For those who know that love is not ascent—it is recursion through the heart.)