I told her and she told me. No one else heard, no one else could hear. I felt my fingertips tickled by her skin and the power that it holds over me. Her shape itself disappeared, her essence stayed and her soul floated. Her hair twirled and curled over nothing. It looked funny but I couldn’t laugh and neither did she. Everything around us held us accountable to no moral obligation, no frenzy, no fury, no warmth or emptiness. Particles over particles and they danced. I couldn’t help but beg the dark space between us to tell me how your lips tasted. You’re all around me but we’re nowhere to be found and your skin is starting to feel like the air that we breathe in. It’s been a while since you’ve asked me how I felt and I’m glad you didn’t. What is there left to feel? Suddenly, I start to remember something that never existed and our evaporating bodies start to make sense. “Let’s leave.”, silence, “Let’s jump.” I told her and she told me.