“I measure the moment in the heartbeats I skip.” How else...

“I measure the moment in the heartbeats I skip.” How else can time be measured? Enough with proofs, science, and logic. 

“You can give words, but you can’t take them. And when words are given, that is when they are shared. We remember what that was like. Words so real they were almost tangible. There are conversations you remember, for certain. But more than that, there is the sensation of conversation. You will remember that, even when the precise words begin to blur.” (David Levithan).

Like everything in life, even the words blur. But the feeling, that precise feeling you can’t forget. The taste of raw honey in your mouth, the confusion, the smell of jasmine, the sound of a whisper, carefully articulated words, the cold breeze that hits, and the echo of the words left unsaid.