To think the world would stop for us is a ridiculous notion…
You could fade away into history, and after a century, people wouldn’t even notice.
In the grand scheme of things, our lives are minute instances.
Compared to the universe, we are small and insignificant.
But those nights that we spent huddled together, looking at the stars, feeling the warmth of our bodies radiating from every extremity…
Nights that we watched die, slowly, by the inevitable rising of that murderous sun…
Those nights we made love, and basked in the radiance of each others company…
Nights like that always made me feel that the universe was ours.
That WE shaped its history.
That WE mapped its course.
The only history and future that mattered was OURS…
And in the morning we knew, deep in our hearts, that we would awaken with such renewal, and vigor, splayed out on those sheets, our bodies entwined…
We knew that we belonged to each other.
And honestly…
I would give anything to feel that way again.
