I hadn’t been lost in blue like that in a long time. She mimicked the sky the way she locked eyes. I don’t know who reached for whose hand first, but holding hers felt natural and practiced. I knew the shape, the size, the creases. The first time felt like the hundredth time, and yet I knew it would be the only time as well. What overwhelming sadness and deep loneliness knowing that walk would not last. I find myself lost that way. Joyful to be gifted a perfect moment. Grieved knowing it will end. In the scope of eternity I know that I will have more of these presents. Such is the punishment I deserve.