i have been thinking about how we say it was nice knowing you when we are joking about leaving.
down the street from me, a nursery has a sign that says don’t panic! and nothing else. i am hoping they are referencing hitchhiker’s guide and not referencing the pandemic. i drive past it on the same day we hear about the impeachment.
it was nice knowing you. there’s a carl sagan quote i love: we are how the universe knows itself.
it is hard. we make a plan together where we both only have 5 dollars and a box of tissues. how do we make bread from stone. i tell him - i will have to resort to eating my tongue. he says - i will help you cook it so it tastes good.
it was nice knowing you. like dark and stormy night, i only hear it when we are being purposefully overdramatic. when we are feigning our ending. our final words, movie-theatre lights.
this time last year, there were people i said see you soon to. and i turned around and walked away and didn’t say i love you.
my teacher asked me once: if you can imagine the last words you’d say to a person, why not say them first. love doesn’t need to hide in the epilogue. sometimes love should take the whole stage up. sometimes you should look to a person and tell them - my life is more beautiful for having known you. thank you for letting me in.
no waiting, then. it is nice, knowing you. anyway, i love you and it is a good day to love someone and we are going to make something beautiful in this book long before we get to the end. it is nice knowing you. it is nice being your friend.
