Where are you now, he asked. I said here. Here where? he continued to ask. Here here, I said. I’m staying. There there? Yes, here here. Nowhere else, here here, as in here<\/i>. <\/p>\n
That’s amazing, he said. Isn’t this the first time in your life that you’re here, here? Not really, I said, not the first time. Come on, he said. You were always anywhere else but here. You were there here, elsewhere and everywhere else. Well, milord, I said. That is what you<\/i> think, but I do not<\/i> think you think right, I said.<\/p>\n
I have been in places where I was just there, and I was there. Sure, I have also been in places where I was everywhere else but there, but I was not always<\/i> there, in those particular places. I have at least once been there, just there, and did not wish to be elsewhere. In fact, it was not at least once<\/i>. Assigning a number to it just doesn’t make sense, because I have definitely been there at least once, and at least a hundred of times, or even a thousand of times if you would just believe me. I was there, and there alone. And there, I have wished that time stayed frozen. Just there. Freeze. Icicle snowflakes and all, I didn’t mind. Because I had warmth with me. And because when time freezes, movement ceases. There, only there, and really there, forever. With you. Remember?<\/p>\n
With me? he asked. <\/p>\n
I shrugged. Um. Yeah.<\/p>\n
Sort of.<\/p>\n
I mean.<\/p>\n
I shrugged again.<\/p>\n
What time is it there now? he asked. As though it was another fresh beginning of our conversation, a smooth escape from awkwardness. One thirty two, I said. Your tomorrow – I said, trying to impress – is my today. I know that<\/i>, he said. But you can still try to impress<\/i>, we said it together out loud, out of habit, and laughed at our togetherness. When our laughs receded, he asked, hey. Can you see the moon? I immediately went to my window and found the moon through my blinds. Found it, I said. That must be the very same moon that you’re looking at now, isn’t it, said I.<\/p>\n
Actually, he said. Which planet are you on, again? I – can’t – see any moon from mine. <\/p>\n
And so it was. Once upon a time there lived a couple who loved each other so much, so much that they never let their worlds collide. Then at one point, it was not funny anymore.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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