Paper Thin Trajectories

It doesn't happen that often. You don't get many chances. We are living on paper thin trajectories, Rose. And that's how it is between us. It doesn't happen that often.

If you are very lucky, someone will walk into your life and divide the time. divide your life. That's what I had heard. I was on a borrowed time in Russia, and an old man whose face was wrinkled with regrets told me this. He smoked long on a pipe, adjusted his artificial leg, and went back in his past to tell me this.

That's how you walked in, Rose. You divided my life, into the time before I met you and the time after I met you. One second of my life after you, and the whole time before you doesn't stand a chance.

I have always imagined us humans as the by-products of the universe. Now you would imagine who talks like this to a pretty girl like you, and that is the difference between your world and my world. The world where I come from. We don't say nice things. We say real things.

So where was I? 

Humans are the by-products, Rose. Of the universe, the creator. Imagine, it created the cosmos, the stars and the deep valleys. It created the snow. It created the deserts. It created the beauty that stares at your face, looks into your eyes. And with the same hands, do you think it created the lying, stealing, robbing, disgusting humans too?

Nope. I don't think so Rose.

But, if we don't love each other, we prove our unwanted existence. If we don't look into each other's eyes and see the love, we are done. Our love should scream back to the universe.