The chemistry behind our stare hasn’t quite been worked out. However, I know that is is destined to fade. Although it has lasted for more than a fleeting moment, as told by the measure of time, I still feel no connection to the fragments of its supposed being. I am watching us from outside of myself and I am simply not convinced. There is no depth. I see nothing that sets up a part from every other pair of kids pretending to love in order to say that they’ve felt.
We bought ourselves a duplex. I loved that house. It smelled like firewood. It was one of the happiest times of my life. We didn’t have a stick of furniture. We would have picnics in the living room. We ate when we felt like it. Stayed up all night when we wanted. We vowed never to fall into routine, to go to bed or wake up at the same time. We lived on that mattress.