As you stroll out of the passage from plane 321, you move in slow motion as I lay my eyes unto you. I am taken from life for a split second, my breath leaves. You move with such a glance upon your face. I move towards you, ywt time itself has seemed to stop. I feel your left arm followed by your right reach side to side as if they run towards one another meeting behind my neck. I mock you and reach out. We spin, its as if we are dancing in the middle of a ballroom, and we, the only two ballroom dancers, cheek to cheek. The warmth of our bodies pressing together as if we were infront of a fire. I feel your breath hitting my ear giving me sensation as though you were whispering to me. Your smell of lavander making conversations with my sense of smell. You let go only to look at me once more telling me this will last forever.