"I feel a thousand capacities spring up in me. I am arch, gay, languid, melancholy by turns. I am rooted, but I flow. All gold, flowing..."
[Virginia Woolf]
What is a moment?
Is it a second? Is it seconds? Is it the smallest of pauses? A song? Could it be a kiss? Perhaps the words on your lips. Is it a discovery? It means differently for everybody. It is always a different subtext in every single person on the planet.
To him, it was her. A moment is whenever she stood by the window, or whenever she smiles. A moment is something that always involves her. She's the moment of his life. It seemed to him that she knew the world more than anyone. She had a mind so free and knowing She had a mind so beautiful.
What is a moment?
Is it a flash of pain? The silence? Is it the heartbreak? Perhaps it's loss. Maybe it's grief, and all the components of sadness. Sadness is a pure feeling, overtaken by the eloquent nature of a person.
She is something.
She was the first woman that opened his eyes. She was flawed, yet it didn't seem to matter by the way her mind worked like an enigma; and he loved that side of her.
She was smart, and expresses it in all ways short of verbal speech.
There was only one fatal flaw that existed within her; she was simply there when the pills weren't.
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Fanfictionthey were never really intended to meet. maybe it was simply because of all the antidepressants he took and all the guilt she held inside.
