One day they’ll disappear, and we’ll never know why. All the intimate moments shared, with real laughter and joy will sit with us as we carry on, with the wonder of their absence. 

The fragility hidden behind the next click, and the one after that, and the one after that… until ecstasy has blinded our pain. 

This is not love, or loss of love. It is connection and loss of connection. 

We do not worry about daily lives or details. We do not hope to know fears, successes or failures. We only hope to share an intimate moment inside one another; to feed the fix for connection.

One day they’ll disappear… just like the rest of us.