Forty-nine

It's the most beautiful for its entirety, its numbing of the pain inhibitors; it was pure ecstasy of being loved, and loving someone. It was dreadful too, because no other moment in their lives shall ever reach this climax point, no matter how many times they’ll kiss each other or other people, no matter how they'll try to recreate this first ever single moment, they won't be able to. But it will be etched in their memories and even stay till their deathbed, they'll always go back to this single moment, and when they do, the sadness will pinch and snap at them, and as a solution, instead of solving this madness, life will ignore it, and move on.