ephemeral, adj.

I was coming back from the bathroom. You had just checked your email. I was walking to bed, but you intercepted me, kissed me, then clasped my left hand in your right hand and put your left hand on my back. We started slow-dancing. No music, just nighttime. You leaned your head into mine and I leaned my head into yours. Dancing cheek to cheek. Revolving slowly, eyes closed, heartbeat measure, nature’s hum. It lasted the length of an old song, and then we stopped, kissed, and the world resumed.

"It felt good to be surrounded by books, by all these objects that could be ripped page by page but couldn’t be torn if the pages all held together. So much of the information we received was ephemeral— pixels on screen, words passing in the air. But here I felt that thoughts had weight."

— David Levithan, Wide Awake (via bookmania)

(via everydayman)