December 24, 2008
We had been talking for an hour as we always do at about the end of each month…and then she told me to write a love story. I laughed at first. I have never written one and have always found the thought of writing one absurd. I’ll give it a try. I’ll write about two nonentities existing only for one another or only for themselves (isn’t it the same thing really?). Maybe the fringes of their solitary universes will touch and meld. Maybe they’ll be allowed only a hundred words; and maybe when they do touch, silence will be best.