Love's Relativity

Love's Relativity

Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That's relativity.

-Albert Einstein

Days pass by in different rhythms and beats. Some play in a very fast tempo we don’t even get the chance to inhale, breathe and save in memories of those beautiful moments we just had; because they passed, in a blink of an eye.
Which is the reason why we don’t remember that these moments even existed during intricate times; times when the rhythm is too indolent and ambiance is dreary, bitter and silent. Too silent that our own heavy breathing explode in our heads; explode in arguments, explode in fights and explode with all those harsh, heart breaking words. Explosive times that violently try to sink all of our hardly collected, rainbow colored, chocolate flavored memories of unique moments. These pink memories which don’t just try but rather fight to reach the top of our minds; in order to reach that hot spot with the fastest and easiest access at all times, in order to replace those arguments, those fights and those harsh, heart breaking words. In order to breathe again.
But to no avail, because the struggling memories fail, and sink back, to the lowest bottom, having lost the fight, giving the final sigh.