Connection And Love

Our hands locked together, and despite this finite moment, despite the realization that eventually our hands must pull away, I knew this to be a fact: this finite moment is infinite.

I could see in your eyes a deep well, the most beautiful illusion of stable sustenance in the cracked desert of this pulsing existence. And many people have come to appreciate this beauty and craftsmanship.

Yet the only thing I could notice were the most beautiful fractures. The most subtle lines, often the indicator of collapse soon to come.

Your soul, the inside of that curated well, is transcendentally luminous. Luminous only in the way that something so flawed and deeply broken reveals about the essence of our fragility.

I adored you for this. I believe this is the nature of our most tormented fallen angels, beautiful agents capable of the greatest love who instead chose the greatest harm.

For many reasons, our hands slowly unlocked, our fingers slipping away under the slowest and most subtle metronome.

And, before we even realized, our paths dissolved.

Though I am merely human and am incapable of healing the torment, I pray that you realize that I truly witnessed you.

How could I miss this moment if it exists forever within me?