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.