We only had one moment in all the stretches of eternity,
one place to make our own,
one word to speak, cherish and hold,
one second to lose ourselves completely,
within us, each other and the world.
This is love.
To feel alive no matter what,
to feel elated for no reason,
to feel like laughing without fear,
to feel stranded in that removed place,
to feel effortlessly attuned.
To only feel the joy of life,
so infinitely small,
so insignificantly low,
so unsuspected,
so unprepared for.
Some call it youth.
Some call it a dream.
I call it you.













