For as long as you had me

A few months back, I was asked this question, "If I were to describe this photo to a person who is visually-handicapped, I would tell the person this?":

This is what I answered:

“Think about the person you love. How when you see her nothing else seems to matter. Not the time, not even someone shouting your name. Everything else goes out of focus, and your attention is fully hers. You yearn to close up the distance, to give into the seemingly magnetic force that is pulling you both together. Think about never ever worrying about anything, not the time, not the place, not anyone else who may perhaps be onlooking. As you feel her warmth surround you, as her arms engulf you. Time slows down, everything around you is in slow motion, you pull your head closer to her. You take  a breath and crash your lips onto your lover’s. That infinite second, when time and people are on a standstill. Just you and her. That’s the moment captured in the photograph.”

However, today, I came across my answer and decided to add another answer to another question... What would've happened after the kiss? This is what I said:

Nothing else seemed to matter, yes, you heard people cheering, you heard fireworks ringing into your ears. But this was all in the background. What you felt overwhelmed every other sense there was. The sense of sight - you couldn’t open your eyes in fear that this is all a dream, smell - hell, you are trying to hold your breath , hearing - blocked out, it’s all blocked out, taste. All you were was an electric fence that was being ignited at every point of contact with his skin. His arms gently laying on your waist. His chest on yours, as you feel the steady and fast beat of his heart. His eyelashes ever gently fluttering onto yours as he closes his eyes to make the moment last longer. His lips, oh my, his lips on yours, for the first time. You forget your need for oxygen. You recall the time when you were five, and you competed against your cousins as to who can breathe underwater the longest. You fought to make this moment last. Until he pulled away. Grasping for air, needing to breathe.

And even if you never wanted things to be perfect, even if things weren’t close to perfection. This moment seemed to be the only thing that comes to mind when someone asks you, what your ‘perfect moment’ was.

You thought you knew, that this was the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. You thought he did too. You thought and thought and thought, until thoughts were what you feared, until thoughts became the invisible barrier that both of you just can’t break through. You loved infinitely in that fraction of a minute. You loved irrevocably in that period of a lifetime. You loved and now you’ve lost. But a promise you made, was the vow you kept:

“For as long as you’ll have me.”

That’s what I said.

For as long as you had me.

Now they’re just figments or memories in my head.

I love you, for as long as you had me and I will continue to love you, for as long as I wish I had you.

I guess I strayed from the topic of conversation, but nonetheless, I am sharing it with you. As I realised how one picture can be depicted in several different ways by the same person. How one day, you'll be looking at it a certain way, and the next, you realise that there's more to it than what it seems. I love you and I hope you're alright.