“Can you love me?” Not pleading or needing, but solemn and cold - a detached voice speaking words dissonant from her persona.
“That’s not really a question.”
“I believe that’s how my tone implied.”
“Grammatically, I understand. But the heard doesn’t speak grammatically.” Awareness, not self-assured behavior. When you know because you know because you have nothing else. “Can you love?”
“Can’t we all?”
Questions infinite the way the stars expanded and light traveled. To be an emotion, to play a game. No one knew, and only one cared in a way that was similar to indifference.
This is how marriages lasted in the twenty-first century.
- 12.14.11
