It is all Perfect

We held each other close and tight.
In that moment, in those passing seconds, minutes, hours,
everything felt right.
It felt right holding you and whispering in your ear
how amusing you are,
whispering in your ear and asking,
"What is it with you?"
And then you'd just smile and shrug so innocently.
You fit right into my arms and my fingers fit right into yours.
It is all perfect.

In that moment,
it seemed that everything else was worth letting go of.