That moment when you clutched my hand? It made my heart beat just a little faster. It made my soul soar just a little higher as we rattled down the dark interstate in the early hours of the morning. The darkness covered up the world, and a for a few hours it was just you and me, together. No one else existed. Time stood still.
I like making time stand still with you. In a blanket fort as the sun peeks through the curtains, in a book shop with cups of coffee, in caves with secret slides, in a tiny bluegrass-filled kitchen, in an old stick-shift car–these are my favorite moments. They make me want time to speed up just so we can stop it again.