… and have kissed my way through your resolve not to be loved. We are. We are more than a moment or the last moment with all the moments in between. Could I set in stone a desire and place it upon your finger. What routine action would such a display accomplish that cannot be known by the beating of my heart. They are in rhythm as one and when we concentrate on that unity all else fades. Nothing matters as we silence the world for a moment. A shared moment of knowing that we exist together, even if the world doesn’t see us. Our hearts see each other and reaffirm one fact of life. We are.