I enjoy the moment of silence after the storm. I am powerless but happy. You lie in my arms, so close to me that our skin touches everywhere. I hold you, press you to me again and again, and wish we could stay like this forever.

The waves still chase through my body like small aftershocks, making it tremble in pleasurable shivers.

I stroke your hair, running my hand along the contours of your head. I kiss your neck, taking in the scent of your skin once more.

With my eyes closed, I let the last few hours pass in review. Unconditional love, culminating in a passion of unsuspected intensity. I am so grateful because you showed me how to get there.

I understand what he liked about you, but he didn't deserve you because he didn't appreciate you the way I do. Your feelings for him are also completely incomprehensible to me.

It's so... unusual.

Slowly and carefully, I push you away from me bit by bit. The places where your skin comes away from mine suddenly feel cold. It is as if they miss your touch even when it is no longer felt.

I move away from you a bit to look at you.

Your eyes are closed, and a strand of hair is hanging in your face. Very gently, I stroke it aside.

How beautiful you are. It costs me willpower not to pull you back to me immediately, to caress you, to kiss you ... to feel you.

I resist and look at you while my thoughts go on a journey. Two or three hours into the past, which has been so deeply etched in my memory that I will never forget it in my entire life. I relive it again, minute by minute.

I realized that at some point, I closed my eyes. I open them, not knowing how long I have been lying there like this, next to you. I touch your naked arm. It must have been quite a while. Maybe an hour?

You have changed. You are pale and cold now, yet you are still surrounded by this unique aura. For now, I know it will fade, just as your skin has turned pale terribly quickly. Your grace and beauty... they are fleeting. I have to cover you and ensure I remember you as you looked in that brief moment of perfect happiness. Only in this way can I reproduce in my thoughts what I was able to experience with you in the future.

I caress your cheek and let my hand glide along your slender neck, touching you only with my fingertips. I leave out the unique spots, circling them without interrupting the touch. I look at your breasts. They are smaller now. They almost look boyish.

Finally, I tear my eyes away from you. It's time. I have to create your new home.