The moment stretches out into timelessness. I live and die a thousand times, resurrected into his arms only to be lost again. I lose all sense of who I am, and that feels right, like in losing myself I’ve finally discovered what I’ve searched for so desperately: Meaning. This connection we have right now is the only thing that matters, because it’s the only thing that will remain when everything else is gone. Nothing means anything because in the end it all falls away. Except this. I know I’ll take this moment with me to my grave … and whatever comes after. When I come back to myself, I’m
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