'It's less than a month until I move.''How are you feeling about it?''I'm not sure. I mean, yes, I'm excited. Yes, I will have a wonderful time. It's just...I've never been good with new people.''It can be tricky.''Yes, it can. I find it difficult to know what to say. But I'm sure I will find people to talk to.''I'm sure you will.''And if I don't, I'll always have you.''Yeah...you will.''What?''Well, I've just been thinking that you should start to rely less on me. Rely on real people instead.
I got myself a bubble today.A nice big bubble, all thick and glossy with little rainbows running across the surface. It's rather stable. I once tried to burst it with a few pins and nails and even got my friend to hit it with a plank of wood. It didn't burst, so I think it should be able to survive most thinks.It means I'll be able to keep clean and won't have to talk to many people, which can only be a good thing. I'll be very happy within my bubble. It'll protect me from the whole world.
There was a time when, onceMy head would turn to you. My mind would unfold, unpetal, de-robeAnd soke in all that you had to say.Drink in you voice, digest and transform it Into a reason to live, just for today, just for that voice.I would devour your smell. You smelt like a soft memory of childhood, Of a creeping happiness, rose and sugar.Time became jealous. It took you away from me, Hid you from my adoring eyes. Time wanted you All to itself. It wanted you to sing and dance For it's pleasure only. You went.
'What would you say if I told you I loved you?''Well...I suppose I would ask, how do you know?''How do I know?''How do you know that you love me? I mean, it's a big thing to say. Love is a...really important thing. Wars have been fought because of it. People have killed others and themselves for it. It's not something that should just be thrown around because of an awkward silence, or to try and get out of trouble, or used in a casual way. It's important to mean it. Really mean it.''I see.'
'Do you believe in an afterlife?''I do.''Why?''Well...I don't really know. It's certainly not through choice. I don't like the idea of eternity. Freaks me out.''How come?''I just hate the idea of being concious forever. I mean, no matter how wonderful an afterlife it is, eventually it's going to get boring. And I don't like being bored.''So what would you prefer instead?''Something like the Buddhists. Were after you die, you keep coming back to earth in various forms. This place is such a lovely place. Why would you ever want to leave it?'