Editor: Alloe Mak

He feels it the way you do

A rush; breathless sensation

Weightless, even when without dimension

Like clouds of thunder could never replace it

He turns to you and asks;

Is this the way it always feels?

You relish it

The moment of knowing more than He does

The moment He has to beg you for answers

You laugh; you laugh; you laugh together;

   Like the first time? Always.

His sigh of relief betrays a held breath

Like He was waiting for a gun to go off; a door to open to Him

I hope I feel this way forever

    I hope you let me off the hook now

Why didn’t you tell me?

   You wouldn’t have understood.