Sometimes the world gets reduced into zero dimensions.

Light touch of fingers on your arm.

There's no space, no time. No movement at all. Just here. Just now. Just you.

White hot pain.

It may happen when you hear something, or see something. When you feel something. Most of all it is the absolute, inescapable knowing.

He will die and there's nothing I can do.

And you are a prisoner, in this blink of an eye that feels like an eternity, with no escape. There's no change, not even potential of one. 

A single tear glistening in the sun.

And then, as suddenly as it disappeared, the world is there again, time flowing freely just as before. And you draw a breath you didn't know you were holding, dizzy and faint even if it can't have been long enough for oxygen deprivation.

I love you.

Because for a while, you had everything and nothing. For a while you were everything and nothing.