space

He brings me to a place with transient white clouds that light up all the questions he dared not ask himself. They move away each time I blink but I can see through someone's discarded glasses. He had grown to mean a magical world removed from me. I loved looking at the light-colored buildings that radiated an all-consuming warmth and blew away all my doubt of being. Being simply by acknowledging that I was seeing. That I was feeling the love I could not offer and that he could not accept. Other than this, everything seemed perfect to me.