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"Of course!" I responded, "there are tons of things that are beyond us, beyond the here and the now, but do they really matter? Here and now is all we really live in, isn't it? Once we're dead,
the game is over, and there's no more 'us' to see what happens, no more 'us' for anything to matter to."
"But don’t you see? I'm proof, you’re proof, in the flesh, that there are things that extend beyond the here and the now, and I know that the love that I feel for you, with everything in me, is not something that can be physically measured... it's both of those, if nothing else, that prove that there is always something more than what we are." She put her arms around me, moved up closer to my face, kissed me on my neck. "The future loves you, you know. It’s all of the here and the
now moments that end up creating us and what we've got."
"Even after I'm dead," I answered. What should I have said to her?
"Even after you're dead, and I'm dead, I know we'll go on, somehow." She kissed me again. And again.
I was silent for a moment. I could tell that she was thinking, trying to remember things that were just beyond the grasp of recollection, like figures in a fog, elusive to her.
I said those words that came so easy when I was talking to her, but rarely anywhere else in my life. "I love you." And then we slept. |