I laughed a little to myself, since I was one of those people not too long ago. I remembered hating all of the couples that I saw; everywhere I went, with everything in me, I hated them. To me, their love was ideal, it was perfect, it was some utopian existence that I wasn't granted access to. They’d been given the secrets, the solution to the equation of life, and I’d been handed a terrible rip-off, a cheap thank-you-for-playing-please-try-again prize. I hated them, never considering that it was possible for me to find the very same love that I fought against, never considering that a majority of the people that I saw, the happy couples, they had their problems and dysfunctions, just like everyone else, just like me.

Following that train of thought, I asked her, "Do you think that everyone has something terrible in their past that they're running away from, or that they're ashamed about, or that they hate?"

"You know that I'm hardly one to say," she answered, still balancing, arms held out to the sides.

"Are you worried that when you remember everything, you're going to remember bad things too, and maybe there are going to be things that you wished that you didn't remember?"
 

 

 

 

 

 


Tell the people that you love how much they mean to you;

Soon all will be waste.  Soon Time will have her wish,

Bringing us all home

For a final kiss, and then: Sleep well, children.