• He held my hand and asked me what makes me happy. He told me we were above all this and held my face between his palms. He looked, unflinching, into my eyes and opened his arms to me.

  We sat on the sand looking into infinity and talked about life and death and cigarettes

  He didn't run from my premature tears and smiled at my immature jokes. He smiled through my immature tears and didnt run from my premature jokes.

  Something outside both of us drew it's boundries snug to our bodies tighter and closer until we couldnt move apart.

  We turned our back to the tear in the atmosphere, holding our little vacuum tenously intact.

  My nerves forming knife sharp sentences stabbing in vein to puncture this unfamiliar bubble. With sharp nasty little words. Shards.

  We agreed it wasnt fair. I silently cursed the universe for it's blessing. It's perfect gift, loaned to me when I needed it most - to be returned imminently with a hefty interest.

  We ached the same ache and drew comfort from the sharing of it.

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