Falling Flowers in a Dream

If there really is another life, I want to become a reef, a fish, or a drop of seawater, and go deep into the ocean to see what is so captivating about the place you dream of, that it not only claimed your heart but took your life as well.

Enough. We've spent half our lives entangled with each other, and we're both selfish people. At the very least, you should be a materialist. If there is another life, if it really exists, I want a completely different life, not the same people and the same things.

If we had met when we were seventeen, I would have believed love needed no reason, that one glance could last until the end of time. If we'd met at twenty-seven, I would have turned you into a profit-and-loss statement and carefully calculated my return on investment. But now I'm nearly thirty-seven. Love and balance sheets no longer matter. I need a reason to believe in you and in our future.