That day was the first time you showed me your weakness.
I felt so sad.
It made me think long and hard.
It made me think about time and where we belonged on its vast wingspan.
Time stood still here.
It felt like that day was never going to end.
In 20 years, when I am 50 and you are almost 70, I will hold your small hand in mine and ask if you still remember this day we spent in Key West: when we were pedaling for hours under the scorching sun, when we had each other by the side, when we didn’t feel the time go by and both of us were forever young and forever beautiful.