Things

They look up.

Taking her hand. Remembering that feeling; inspired anew. This wonderous feeling I have not felt in so long. It returns again. Desire, passion, romance. All intertwined in one, glorious body. Captivated by the glowing aura of her presence.
She is mine, and I hers. Satisfaction comes from that. I will not illusion myself into falsehoods, for it is too early to tell, but five minutes into this new relationship, and I already feel eternity pressing its weight down on me. Eternity would be nice. Maybe after a while "us" could become "eternity." Eternally one, as in the wholesome feeling now coursing through my veins.
Oh how I missed this feeling. I do not want it ever to vanish again. I will take flight with it if it be a fleeting thing, if it be akin to happiness. I refuse to share it, it is mine and it alone can consume and console me.