What if we were actually half infinities and the only way for our infiniteness to be whole is to find the perfect half?
“My life is so miserable. I’m bored with it and I don’t know what to do anymore.” He kicked a pebble into the murky waters of the lake as the two of them stared at the rippling circles caused by the sinking.
“Well, that’s just sad.” She replied dryly as she stood beside him, careful enough not to lean too close.
She never could stand self-pitying people. Unable to hold her tongue, “So you just plan on being sad or do you intend to do anything about it?”
“What should I do?”
Stupid. “I don’t know. That’s up to you.”
He turned to her with a smile playing on his lips.
“Make me happy.”
Occasionally, we tell people to leave us alone but we never ask them to leave us lonely.
I like being alone but I never fancied being lonely.