In a room dimly lit by the crescent moon of December; we laid there under the sheets keeping each other warm. Her face was vague yet her radiant beauty blinded my eyes with such clarity of her mesmerizing presence.
I stared into those curious eyes and saw myself in them. I was consumed and in love with the overwhelming energy of appreciation of being with her. I wanted to thank the universe despite the reality that this was non-intentional. I felt non-existential yet for the first time in my life I felt like a being that was meant to exist at that moment.
With her warm body around my arms I felt my soul reaching out to the one next to me. As she held me tight, the most comforting affirmation of mutual love overwhelmed me with joy and I sincerely wished it would never end. It never did end, for that memory lives with me and will live with me for as long as I am able to recall.
Never have I felt such passion, and I doubt I ever will. Forever will I look back to that beautiful December night, cold and warm, alone and together, emptied yet overwhelmed. With such magnificent contrast and balance, it was the only moment I was ever complete.