coffeespooning

In terms of relationships, what I miss by far the most is the raw newness, the joint obsession in the early days, the early weeks.
The eagerly anticipated and welcomed mindmeld.
That fiery acceptance of fabled tomorrow of tomorrows.
That spirited energy, electric words, electric looks, electric air, everything.
Moments that hit with such impact you know they are already carved into memory forever, no matter what else transpires.
Flowing like a celestial design of clockwork unraveling, instilling meaning in all, invigoratingly bathing everything in youth and fancy and the strength of possibility.
The unspoken validation of being/the unspoken being of validation, the painless voids filled like a wineglass early in the immortal night.

another chance to get it right