fOREVER

It was an era of industrial miracles, electricity and a new way of life. Machines started to slowly replace heavy labor, and people could finally find a day off. They were sitting in a quiet restaurant, where the lights were slightly dimmed, and the atmosphere of antique chic calmed the nerves and stress of living in a busy megalopolis. He was looking into her eyes, thinking that their relationship was filled with completely opposite views, yet there was an equal amount of qualities and characteristics that made them into a one-minded organism, which could destroy everything, including time and space. They were having an astonishingly interesting conversation about sour cream, meaning she was telling him her thoughts on how versatile this product can be. He caught himself thinking that this conversation was so ridiculous and unneeded, that there were so many other things they could discuss, which were more important and practical, yet some part of him, was interested and hooked onto the idea of sour cream.

Once again he started to think that in his previous incarnation he was a girl because his sensitivity in many other instances of their relationship and his personal life were those, rarely assigned to men and their behavior. For example, when once a month his wife had those difficult days with painful feelings, cramps and a hint of depression, he could feel her pain, and he even had similar feelings, also once a month. Only he did not want to watch TV, eat ice cream and cry, he needed to sit alone for several days, look at the wall, and of course drink a minimum of one bottle of whisky, as this helped him think about who he was and what life is all about, and of course, also cry.

Was it this presence of an equal amount of positive and negative elements which made them such a great couple or was it Nature’s plan to unite two people into a single entity, which was happier and more reasonable because separately, they were two train wrecks, drama queens. He suddenly understood that a new era in their relationship, in his life, had begun—it was no longer about himself or herself, they became one. Simultaneously, thinking about life and their unity, he was attentively listening to the most “educational” story about sour cream. She was saying that sour cream could be used in the preparation of numerous meals or to create a truly unforgettable contrast of tastes with the most unexpected dishes. He had no more doubts, he knew she would understand anything, and he said:

--“Do you think it is possible that something could ever separate us, do you think we will be together always”?

--“Not simply always, darling, I think we will be together forever. We are meant to love and make each other mad for all eternity, and there is no force that could stop our love or our need for being together!”

She did it again, as usual, while she was talking about sour cream, she was thinking the same thing he was. This was another curious personality trait they both possessed, they could be immersed into two separate things at the same time, she was speaking and thinking, he was thinking and listening, without ever missing a word or a gesture.

--“Let’s leave this stupid restaurant, I want to cook meatballs, for you, with sour cream”, he said and they left holding hands. Forever.

By Bartholomew Dmyts