Their Company (3/3)
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But as quickly as this beautiful moment can be created, it can equally be destroyed. There’s a balance, I suppose, but it’s unfair. His rolling onto his other side is soul crushing. It’s this both physical and seemingly emotional rejection which stays my hand from his. It’s this which stops me from wrapping around him in those oh so dreaded twilight morning hours. I call these moments transient eternity, a befitting oxymoron. The irony lays in the fact that those precious moments which should last forever are always cut hopelessly short- but they are therefore immortalised in a sense. They live on vividly in my mind’s eye. It’s sad to admit that I’d rather be desensitised to these memories by the abundance of more memories of the same fashion, than to have them live on as isolated moments of intimate ecstasy in my mind. Like fresh snow or lifelessly still water, it is only a matter of time before their beauty is ruined forever. You wouldn’t dare disturb the moment yourself however, so in silence you attempt to cling to it forever. It’s futile. You become tired. It’s exhausting. You become lethargic. Then before you know it that pure and beautiful moment is lost forever, as he rolls onto his other side.
Friday, 14th Aug, 2016
Part 3 of 3
Adam Ray
