even the most perfect of occasions, the most perfect of people, or the most perfect of relationships, hardly ever have a name or a timeframe. Or even a suitable title or definition. Or any degree of perfection. Or a definitive set of emotions associated with it.
Sometimes .. even the most perfect of things .. are quite simply understated and unsaid. And they just might not last all that long. And while one would crave to have the feeling last forever, one could find solace in respecting the fact that maybe those few instants of time .. were all that were meant to be experienced.
Sometimes ... there are no right decisions or correct answers.
And that's just how it is.