““Give me a week, moon dove (eom)””
“Aroo”
“Do you have a number above 35 associated with your mad love”
“Hold on, calculating distance in kilometers between Mercury and Mars at its closest point”
“170,030,000KM”
“105 million miles”
“Yes, I like that.”
“I have to ask you more questions to reply to you.
I want to know what you think flight has to do with the cosmos
I want to know what about her makes you so mad in love
I want to know how you have come about accepting you will never be with her
I want to know if you have hope you will meet someone else like that”
“OK.
Both transcend my reality.
Every little fucking thing in my life now brims with beauty and meaning. And I get to laugh about poop and pugs at the same time.
I haven’t.
I pray I do.”