My mind is drifting towards sweet thoughts of your laughter. It's like little joyous echoes, pulling at the corners of my mouth. When I'm with you, I overflow with all the things I want told, as if I'm never with you long enough. What makes my heart depend on you being close to me and do you too feel this? Skin soft-smooth, igniting the fire within my veins, as I want you pressed against me. Tell me will this beating in my chest always drown out everything around us, or will your gentle spoken lips kill me long before? Whichever, I don't care, as long as I can stay in this moment, burnt deep into memories.

Have you ever noticed how a single moment can last both for an instant and what seems to be a lingering amount of time?!