Let’s walk and talk forever. Actually, it’s like we’re already walking and talking forever. In forever. In eternity.
What do you mean?
It’s like in Winnie the Pooh. Do you remember what it said on the last page? ‘Wherever they go, and whatever happens to the on the way, in that enchanted place in the forest, a little boy and his bear will always be playing’. That’s eternity.
In eternity, you’re a child forever. Do you want to be a child again?
I didn’t even like being a child the first time round.
What would you do, in eternity? Walk and talk just like this. With someone I barely know.
This is the best kind of talk there is. When you don’t know who I am, and I don’t know who you are. It’s, like, suspension. It’s hovering. Before anything begins.
It’s like we’re opening time. Opening an avenue in time together. Like a tunnel in time, as we walk.
I wish things could stay like this forever. Before all the compromises. And the negotiations. And the resentments. And the irritations. If you actually knew things about me, you’d be annoyed.
Are you annoying?
I can be.
Work in Progress 