Maybe you don't see us as moments, said him.
And he was right. No, I wasn't seeing the us relational episode as 'moments', but as a continuous something that grew and suddenly stopped at one moment in time, to remain suspended somewhere in my inner universe, not knowing exactly what to do or where to go further.
So, I took my imaginary axe, put on the relational butcher gloves, and tenaciously chopped everything into small pieces. Until all that was left were just some moments. Beautiful indeed, but nothing more than moments.
After all, a cake can be digested only if you chunk it down into small, delicious, juicy, one bite at a time pieces...