“Did you ever feel like time is standing still?”, she said, as the constellations gathered in silent contemplation.
“Did I ever?”, he replied.
“Life is a constant rush from one point to the other, achievements that don’t matter, the susurrous bubble of opinions, the friends that aren’t”, she mused, crumpling her face into a wistful frown.
She continued, “Sometimes I just wish I could stay here and watch the stars all the night, and feel time grind to a halt, just stay amazed at the beauty of creation.”
“Why not?”, he replied.
She was silent, and for a moment, time stopped. Then the world returned, and the magic was lost.
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“Did you ever feel like time is standing still?”, she said, as the constellations gathered in silent contemplation.
“Did I ever?”, he replied.
“Life is a constant rush from one point to the other, achievements that don’t matter, the susurrous bubble of opinions, the friends that aren’t”, she mused, crumpling her face into a wistful frown.
She continued, “Sometimes I just wish I could stay here and watch the stars all the night, and feel time grind to a halt, just stay amazed at the beauty of creation.”
“Why do you need to?” he replied.
“The whiff of a rose in a flower stall on a spring morning on the first day of work, the ephemeral smile of that special girl, the morning sun’s rays that filter through a window and illuminate a little patch of tired floor with the radiance of rebirth.”
“The beauty of creation is in all these things and more!”, he exclaimed.
“Maybe I’ve just been too tired to see these things”, she replied.
“Maybe.”
She was silent, and for a moment, time stopped. Then the world returned, and the magic was lost.