I'm Sorry To Say That Far Worse

I’ll Wait For You. Come Back. The Words Were Not Meaningless, But They Didn’t Touch Him Now. It Was Clear Enough - One Person Waiting For Another Was Like An Arithmetical Sum, And Just As Empty Of Emotion. Waiting. Simply One Person Doing Nothing, Over Time, While Another Approached. Waiting Was A Heavy Word.

Dearest Cecilia, You’d Be Forgiven For Thinking Me Mad, The Way I Acted This Afternoon. The Truth Is I Feel Rather Light Headed And Foolish In Your Presence, Cee, And I Don’t Think I Can Blame The Heat.

But What Really Happened? The Answer Is Simple: The Lovers Survive And Flourish.

I Would Rather Be Physically Disabled Obviously Than Mentally. I Would Rather Be Paraplegic Than Nuts. And It Is A Terrifying Prospect And Actually The Longer We Live The More Likely It Is That That's How We Will Go And That's A Very Painful Thing To Contemplate.

There's A Taste In The Air, Sweet And Vaguely Antiseptic, That Reminds Him Of His Teenage Years In These Streets, And Of A General State Of Longing, A Hunger For Life To Begin That From This Distance Seems Like Happiness.