We broke.

There was a break in time and space, through which we slipped. In each other’s presence we disappeared. It was brief, but even brief bliss is bliss none the less. Unfortunately perfect worlds never exist for long, especially when reality sits in the shadows waiting to strike. And all the more unfortunate was how stifling reality became with each escape we made. Our moments will not soon disappear, not as long as memory remains: the many voyeurs who previewed our lives, the fleeting embraces we longed to hold onto, the smiles and tears and broken ‘I love you’s’, it all drifts in the constant ocean of my memory.