There was a universe.

She was the only thing inside of it.

He, in his separate universe, dreamed of a collision.

But only stayed in orbit.

Her universe was iridescent.

It was enigmatic.

It could have been as close as the touch of a hand.

It felt light years away.

His universe had been comprehensive.

It had been spacious.

It was now incomprehensible to see it the same.

It was an imprisonment.

Until she looked at him.

She saw into him.

He looked back with an inquiring gaze.

She reached her hand out first.

He met her touch.

She stole his breath.

There was a universe.

They were the only things inside of it.