Moments
A Megstiel short.
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Everyone has a moment.
A moment to breathe.
A moment to love.
A moment to live.
Lives are so very short. And the realization of this fact rarely comes early enough for one to truly enjoy their lives to their fullest potential.
And few do.
We have a moment to dream.
A moment to work towards attaining that dream.
It takes a moment to give a dream up.
And it takes yet another to make a more realistic dream.
It takes a moment to live.
A moment to grieve.
And a moment to settle into your eternal reprieve.
Use your little moments well.
Time is fleeting.
And each moment, is just as precious as the last.
I feel really sappy sometimes, but there's these moments, when your lashes would sparkle from falling snow.
The beautiful frailty that each flake is so ignorant of.
Melting away in a moment with each blink.
You'd probably smack me for being so sentimental.
But I blame you for these little thoughts.
Sweet moments, swallowed by the bigger moment which is our life.
The moment you gave me my nickname.
Clarence.
Your smile the moment I showed confusion.
I still don't understand it.
That moment when my lips met yours for the first time.
So indescribably soft and warm.
That moment when I found that your hand fit perfectly in mine.
I felt like a clumsy giant, afraid of hurting you as I had so many others.
But that moment of thought was put to ease when you nearly broke my hand in your grip.
All the many moments.
When I could not find you, in the depths of your desperation.
A moment when I dared to hope.
That your moments had not yet been spent.
When I saw you, momentarily pain-ridden, and with strange hair.
The moment I looked into your eyes, and you became even more beautiful.
Your voice teasing its way into my heart.
And that moment I realized that I loved every second of it.
Those moments when we'd both sneak away.
Into our world between moments.
Our eyes painting pictures of moments which could be.
Captured in every moment that our eyes met.
That moment when I was lost to you.
And the moment when I realized, each moment was meaningless, without you.
I took my moment to grieve.
Tucking every moment you gave me.
Into every moment I missed you.
Which will be every day for the rest of my life filled with moments.
And here I am.
In this moment and every one after,
Your Clarence.
Though I still don't know what that means.
A/N: Why. Why did I do this to myself. I knew it'd be bad. But yeah. An example of my writing taking a path of its own and me dying over it.
Yay.