Idea For A Tale Of Creeping Transience & It's Repercussions

   There was a time when he was sure everything was not only going to last, it was going to get even better as it aged. Kisses would be sweeter, embraces would be warmer, wonderful conversations would flow as unforced as a light rain on a mild spring day.

   For the life of him he could not recall when that feeling had started to fade, when he had started to not only doubt the permanence of the arrangement, but also the strength of the union. All he knew was that somehow, someway, at some point in the rather recent past, he had begun to think that the sturdiness he had taken for granted for what seemed like forever, had begun to show a weakening.

   The thought of which made him physically tremble.