"I used to think, and probably still do, that the space between two lovers is what has always made love so thrilling and electric. The space in time and hope and physical distance between you and this soft, fiery body when you hope you're about to kiss. Or make love. Or start to finish each others sentences for the first time in an endearing way not an annoying one. I think that would be on some sort of list I would make were I forced to make some terrible pointless list of things I missed, having been involved in a seriously serious relationship for so much of my adult life. Number two or three, maybe even. 'The Space Before, Between and After Our Souls Click Together Like Clockwork.' But that would obviously be terrible and pointless. The list."
He's talking out loud to the sky. Where there are these two stars. Blinking. So close in his eyes. Who knows how far in fact. When you get close up on them. He's picturing a beautiful woman with dark hair next to him on the grass. She nods and understands. He's been picturing her for so long he can almost feel the warmth that would be there if she was there.
by: i hope you live for a thousand years