The world is bold on the screen.
How beautiful it is to experience love in full colour,
three years in two hours.
I cherish the worlds of adventure and travesty,
of romance and regret
played out by perfect people in faraway places.
How fond I am of the moments –
clamouring, and quiet, and clear
– and the minutes that capture wonders well beyond my years.
My favourites are those that feel familiar.
For what is more wonderful than a moment
shared once more?
Only a moment with myriad memories enclosed,
with yet more to arrive.
Only a moment which embraces every moment that made it;
a moment worth three years, yet felt in the time taken
to glance at the hand I will always long to hold.