The sun had set, and again, we stood in the twilight wanting more. More time. More touch. More of us, and less of the world and all its demands. “Why does it feel like we’re stuck in an hourglass with sand draining away beneath our feet and time tugging us toward the bottom?” “Because there will never be enough time for us to spend together,” he said softly into my ear, tickling the hair on my neck. I tilted my head to meet his eyes and inched toward him, slowly… “An eternity wouldn’t be enough.”
