Slow dancing in a burning room

Of course I can live without you, but what kind of life would that be?

I think it's that moment when silence becomes comfortable, when not holding hands still feels perfectly right, a minute distance between our shoulders carries far less meaning than a gentle breeze, that is the moment when you realise that what you have transcends everything else, it surpasses every hokey love song ever sung, it exceeds all your expectations and goes beyond anything you've ever anticipated.