There are times that contain their opposites within themselves; times when you can open the box of a moment to discover what it contains. Not until time moves on from that moment, not until you open the box of possibility will you know what is going to come from it, or not come from it.
There is a moment that seems to hang in the air between our two faces drawing closer as the world stops, waiting upon that kiss. If the kiss happens then a world spins into being that was not there before, but if the moment passes, escapes into the realm of what will never again be, then this world will carry on, with only the two of us knowing that a new reality was on the verge of creation and one or both of us turned away from it and left it to blow away on the breeze of lost times.
We, you and I, took a chance on that kiss that lasted longer than I’d expected it to, and when I drew away I saw something in your eyes I had not seen there before; a world growing out of that new moment we had created together. There was a chance of something new forming out of the air around us, air that seemed so full of possibility.
Here we are now, all those years later, and still I see that moment after that kiss when all of this could just as easily all disappeared, never to be.
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