And there they were.
Alone, in that bubble that seems to come up and shield you from all the world’s bad things whenever you’re very happy with someone, in that precise moment when you look at someone else’s eyes and you get lost in them.
When time, sounds, and everything else doesn’t seem to matter, just that moment.
When, if you know enough to realize that moment will pass, you’d give all the gold in the world, and then some, to make it last even for five more seconds.
And then, the moment passed, as it should have.
She would cherish that moment, and wonder if he did, cause funnily enough, it was just one moment.
Moments like that happen, well, 100.000.000 times a day.
She loved the little pit in her stomach that came everytime she remembered that simple moment.
And she wanted more... but isn’t that human nature?
She has always wanted to make her life like a movie in the cutting room, and cut all the dull moments between all the highs, then see herself live all over again, just the good times.
Impossible... but it would be such amazing fun.
And then the world tapped on her shoulder to remind her that she wasn't alone.