I sit there. Like Lyra for Will, I sit there. When I caught your eyes I said nothing.
"Does my touch burn you?", you asked. I fumbled for a reply.
I relive two days in my mind, I wish to relive them for real.
"Before it starts, let's go for a walk." "No", I replied. "Don't regret it later." I contemplated for a few minutes. "Let's go", I said.
"I can't say this right", I said. "Wouldn't it be easier if you had your mask on?" "Yeah it would."
"I am the after party." Said some guy's t-shirt. We laughed at it, and said, "nice shirt!" He replied after a delay, "thanks!"
"You're too far away." I stumbled at the meaning, were you being metaphorical? Then it struck me you weren't, so I got closer. My hand around you, your head on my shoulder.
I caught your eyes, I said nothing. During the concert I cried, cried like Erik Lensherr did when he found his 'point between rage and serenity.'
You still are the best thing that ever happened to me.
