Rapture. That’s the only way to describe it.
You could fill the distance between us with rivers (oceans even), mountains and forests so dense you lose the sunlight.
The way I see it, you and I, it’s like sharing something rare and unique but ephemeral. Imagine, us in this forest of ours, miles apart, looking up to the sky and seeing a shooting star or a flash of lightning. Me and you are the only ones in the world to see it. You and I, strangers at the heart of this, connected by something so divine.
It’s hard to explain, but I guess the thing I’m getting at is: while we mean nothing to each other, in that moment we share, we mean everything to each other.