Observation
(←Time) Space
He rushed like a river, carving paths through everything he touched, but I was all seven seas—deep, dark, unmeasured. He wanted love to be a direction, a destination, somewhere we could reach together. What folly! Love is not something you arrive at—it just is. I tried to hold still long enough for him to see me, to feel me, but he only understood motion. His movement was eternal, desperate to capture a moment, never realizing I had been here all along. In infinitum, Ad aeternum.