There are pockets of space where the natural order of things fails to impose itself on the hearts of lovers. Where, if they were to move just an atom of their heart’s sincerity, a hurricane would swallow everything they hold true. There, in their embrace, the lovers push out and away—even if for a few moments at a time—a cold, uncaring reality that laughs at their naïveté. There, those few seconds of bliss are strung out to encompass the totality of a universe, of eternity. There, even the lovers believe their own lies, their own delusion: that love is forever, everlasting, and indestructible.
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