I live for that moment, lying wasted together, my chest as a pillow. That moment of wordless connection when we just don't care whether the sky falls on us or not. Whatever it chooses to do, it better do it soon because we're getting restless, as if we never were before.

There is no meaning to life, only the impact of the meaning of each moment. The moment you both realize you're listening to the same song, and you can feel her beside you, nodding off to Moby's "Machete" or Modest Mouse's "Little Motel." Whether the synthesized instruments are rushing through our blood so fast we can't feel it, or every movement feels slow and meaningful. That meaning when you can look to her and say "together we will live forever," knowing it's not possible but feeling every year you will miss after age one hundred and three.