21st: Hey! How are you?
20th: I’m good, good. I must admit I’m lying. I feel… so precious, so pure. I feel the need to protect what now resides within me. Like the energy of a child it’s brimming. I’m afraid it will run away because it feels so good. Imagine this: To feel that feeling well up inside of you, because of YOU and not anyone or anything else. How different it seems, how real it is. A spectacle to behold, fireworks that go off with every breath. I administer kisses to the skin of my arm, as if to try and convince it to stay within me.
I could live forever.
My own happiness.
Without words, it has made me smile.
21st: That is…interesting.