The din of sound swirled around us and enveloped our words in a filmy, protective veil.

“Sometimes it’s hard to be faithful, isn’t it?” he asked.

The seconds flickered as I gazed around at everyone so nearby and yet so distant. And my mind spun, wound itself around that statement, fluttered across all the forbidden lovers of the past. I smiled at him as if we were hiding under the covers - hiding from the bright sunlight of a new morning.

“Yes, sometimes it is…”