it was, without a doubt, the most content i had ever felt in my life. perhaps the most content i’ll ever feel. to be frequently matched but never bettered. how could it be? for 14 days, there was nothing to be desired, and nothing i felt i had to be rid of. no uninvited thoughts, no unwelcome feelings.  i longed for nothing. what i had, what we had, was everything. everything that existed in those moments and everything that existed in the wider world. you lived for me and i for you. nothing else. just one another. we lived for us. unselfish in the fact that it was all we sought. we lusted after no more than the present. but almost gluttonous for feeling so fulfilled. i could never be full without you.