I remember sitting beside you; all I could see was the anticipation in the sweat on your brows, the agitation on the tip of your lips, and hope in the arch of your nose, I remember being lost, the world did not exist, it could not exist, not in your presence. How dearly I loved you, how dearly I love this moment of remembrance, and I am thinking about how much I love to write, and how I see anticipation, agitation, and hope in my words, how the world drowns out when I write. Isn’t it what we live for? A love that silences all the noise in the world, someone so beautiful, something to vast, I could drown in it whole, and never come back.
— Eliot Knight