It was in the way you looked at me, eyes like a blood moon. Your hair was dancing like waves along your shoulders. The scenery was blurred, you were in focus. I wondered if it was really you talking, and not just the temporary dusting of comfort. We're all suckers for that moment, that one that never lasts.

If nothing else, I'm sure us broken few are destined for some beautiful disaster. How close we are to it? We will never know.

Snowflakes build on your eye lids, as we stare at one another. My thumb slowly settles along your cheek, hand behind your ear. I can feel your heart racing from your neck, as you

You nervously bite your lip. Your head tilts in as the moon creeps out from the cloud cover. Illuminating the tree line in the distance and casting our shadow on the pavement. We were a splash of paint on a endless canvas, but in that moment we were one. It wasn't long, but it will last forever in my thoughts. I'll still feel you when I'm 80 years old. Time may take my name but It will never take yours.

Between the crashing waves, a mist of your face is carried into mine. The warmth of the sun was settling in the beads of sand, as it slowly emerged from the horizon. I remember wondering if I was sane enough to pull myself together in that moment.  The carousels of time were were spinning like a top and I was digging my hands in the sand bracing for the ride.

I don't want material things, or money. I just need time, just a little extra time. I need to see the mountains blanketed by waterfalls and smell the ocean salt on my skin.  airplanes, airports, and ***** white vans. Coffee, craft beer, and sunsets. That's about it.

You have shaken my very core, in your presence I feel my bones realigning. Each to the simple sound of your breathing. I think I fell in love with you years before we met, somewhere in the vastness of dreaming. We were laying beneath a symphony of falling stars, keeping warm by the fire.