Where Time Stands Still

by N.S. Perkins

Except that what we just shared wasn’t just a kiss. It was the kiss. The one that makes you feel like the earth has stopped spinning. The one that makes you wonder how you ever thought kissing someone other than them was nice. The one that could make anyone do something stupid.

In this moment, I realize if there was one thing I could wish for, it would be to live in a world where time stands still.

“You act like you’re already dead when you’re so fucking alive!”

How could I not resent something that dangled the epitome of happiness in my face, only to force me to give it back?

You’ve understood the truth. That the depth of one’s love does not equal to the time it will last.

Maybe not all love stories need to last a lifetime. Maybe the most beautiful ones are the ones that develop despite the fact that they won’t.

“I told you years ago that I wasn’t bitter about what life gave me, and I still believe that. Because it gave me you. And for a minute or a lifetime, it will always have been worth it.”