A few years ago in a moment of brief rawness and unguardedness someone I knew tried very hard at first and then with great ease to explain how time stops when you're with a person you're in love with. That you can look at them and time will stop for you and you will find you can look at them forever when in fact only seconds are ticking by.
I looked at him and realised that although I believed him, although I knew this to be true, I had never experienced it. But fuck I wanted to so, so badly. Like my life depended on it. And since then I've been waiting for that moment.