You make a bold claim, and rather than refute it, I listen intently…
Confusion is drawn across your curved brows, the understanding limited to the talk of the eyes. “I’ll admit, frankly, I just don’t get it,” you say, your voice filled with curiosity and apprehension.
Every minute is utterly infinite, so short that it fizzes into eternity. You’re leaving it blank because sometimes, people are blank-minded. It’s not their fault.
They click into place, just like our hands fit perfectly together. “Time to frame it,” you mumble under your breath, your voice laced with a hint of pride. I silently nod, leaning against your shoulder in satisfaction.
And then it’s over.