I love and hate the moments I spend with you. It is the ephemeral things that we can never have again. We love them while they are there and we hate them when they’re gone. We will never have that same moment again. My hands on your face. It is such a fleeting second that I can never recapture. I love our moments together, but if I had my way I would freeze those times when you are pressed against me.
Hubert Ray Davis