Heartbeat.

It's just like your whole heart stopped pumping to your heart. Everything else in your body, stops along with it. No blood gets through your veins and up to your head, and you have nothing to say. Nothing better anyway.

Like stepping up onto a stage with a single, harsh spotlight shining down on the top of your head, piercing through the skin, bone and muscle.

I could just step out of that slowmotion moment to tweak a little smile onto your face, and then step back in. I wish I could, I wish I really could.

My heart could sing love songs to yours, if we were linked by a certain amount of ESPN, just maybe.

You could feel the time just wear on like that. But with a snap of fingers, everything started moving again. Life's pace.

Then I wish, I could have stayed in that place forever.