”Why
is it so unfair?”
”What
is?”
”Death.”
”Why
do
you think death is unfair?”
”It
hurts.”
”Everyone
must hurt sometime, you know that.”
”But
why? Can’t we just be happy?”
She
stroke his hair.
”Can’t
we?”
He
fell silent.
”Tell
me, John, do you regret?”
”Regret
what?”
”Anything.”
”Well,
I suppose. If I could go back in time, I would definitely not steal that jar of
cookies when I was a kid.” He chuckled. ”One thing I would never regret is
having met you.”
She
kissed him lightly upon his lips.
”I
don’t regret,” she started. ”There is no time. Death is not unfair. Death doesn’t
have to hurt. Death is Change. It is Death who reminds you that everything you make, say and do
is important. Every little thing is important for it is always the last. All
you do right now is the last thing you will do in this moment. In this second.
Then it’s gone. It’s dead, and it can’t come back. And you will miss it. That’s
why it is so special to start with.”
He
wrapped her dark brown hair around his fingers.
”Is
that why I love you so much?”
She
looked at him, puzzled.
”Because
you are going to disappear, and I’m not going to be able to disappear with you?”
She
smiled, burying her head in his chest.
”No,
that’s why I love you.”
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