In a distant dream…

i didn’t even have to look at him in the eyes, i didn’t even have to look at him at all. I just sat there and i felt good inside, so good, so happy, so much love, with a smile on my heart. He didn’t have to look at me, or smile or anything. ‘Cause he felt it too. And he knew too. And nothing and no one was going to take that away from us. Time, distance, misunderstandings, anger, fights, other people’s opinions, society, my huge ego, his phenomenal ego, situations, all faded and were totally helpless before this. Before us. They had given up opposing us. Even we had given up..on us, or against us. And still it was there. Alive, strong as ever, real, and permanent…Real and permanent like the only thing that i was sure was real and would never cease to exist, even when I, as I know myself, would die.