One day, we could argue if anything ceased to exit or had ever existed in the first place. And the sun would keep spinning like my head that evening.
It’s early autumn, after dark, we’re above the city in a fortress, sitting around a campfire and listening to story-tellers. It’s cosy and intimate but it’s getting colder and I notice she’s slightly shivering, so I pass her my jacket.
And I just enjoy being with her, looking at her and keeping her company.
I feel complete. I don’t ask or even dream of more.
It’s all just a background of me realising how beautiful she is, inside and out, there is this mind-blowing forlorn saudade filling me up, mixed by the joy of having such fleeting moments with her by my side.
I do feel happy now.
She will never be mine and I will never be hers, we know and accept the rules, yet it does not matter. Not tonight.
And maybe it’s gonna get better before it’s gonna get worse and fade away.
But it does not matter now, there’s only present and that magical feeling that we are infinite.
