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 things up. An avenue in time …
I wish things could stay like this forever. Before all the compromises. 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 