Vague

The gaps between, she couldn't explain. It felt like they had lived a lifetime in an illusory world that only both of them knew about. Not a tailored secret, but a secret of circumstance- of having no choice but being one, as it was not something you could define to all and sundry. It was too beautiful to let go of its magical clasp and allow dirty hands and poking fingers to examine it in their heedless ways.

But the gaps, they always haunted her. The gaps needed to be filled. It was more than time to get those gaping holes covered up at least till midway. The gaps were making the fabric of their existence confused and testy.