Attachment and Suffering

Most Memorable

'Twas a weekend.
Walking in a place where people are fond of going.
A place where everyone can see the sun, slowly hiding on the line where the sky and the ocean meet.
People were everwhere.
Faces were in different emotions.
Noises were undifferentiated.

All of a sudden, our steps paused.
He went down on his knees to tie his shoelaces.
I was busy watching a funny street performer.
Smile was on my face.

All of a sudden, the world was in slow motion.
I felt tiny fingers filling the spaces between mine.
It filled every emptiness within me.
The feeling was indescribable, amazing, peculiar.
The kind of feeling that everyone would crave for.
Beating hearts were falling from the sky.
Fireworks were like part of the stars that twinkle up high.
If only I could stop the ticking of the clock, I would do it at the very second.
I never wanted to let go.
I never wanted to make a step forward.
I never wanted him to be parted from my hands.
I never wanted that moment to end.

If only I could talk to Einstein, I would ask him to make a formula of eternity.
Or talk to the wicked witch and ask for a potion that put that second in perpetuity.
Or, hmm, talk to him and just ask him to let go of the hand......after infinity.