We have had times and moments when we owned the world. Everything else was just as irrelevant as anything. As if nothing else of significance had been happening then. Every functionality of the world was only a mere formality. Whether it was the sun shining bright or the heavens pouring down, the gentle breeze caressing our skin or the wild wind ripping our clothes, it was the perfect setting for the love we were sharing. We weren't children of our parents, friends of our friends or fellow human beings of billions like us. We were just lovers of each other in a world of our own. I was yours. You were mine. And the world was ours.