Any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.
He curses every email reminder he ever signed up for and forgot about until now, just another reminder that the world is still turning even as he loses his footing.
You're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you don't even have a name for.