So, will you do it again, if you can?
You want the truth?
In a heartbeat.
When you say something like that, I feel like I should defend your goodness.
No, you don’t have to. I didn’t mean for it to be rhetorical.
Which is just as well. Because I no longer believe in your goodness. It will be difficult to defend something I do not believe in.
I think you are just one of those people who need others to believe in your goodness before you can believe in it yourself.
Hmmm. I have never thought about it like that. Maybe it’s true.
I am quite sure it is.
I keep wondering about what I will want to say to you if I have about 16 seconds left to live. You know, like when I get into a horrific car accident and I know I will die because a truck is hurtling towards me and I can’t get my seatbelt off. It’s a total cliche but I think about it.
Why will you think about something like that?
I read an article about it. It was an overly sentimental piece. Too much of a cliche. Everything’s too much of a cliche these days.
Okay. So what will you say?
Maybe something equally cliche like “I love you”. Somehow everyone wants to say that when they’re dying. I see that a lot on TV.
Why? Because it is romantic?
No. Because it is true. And death has a way of making us truthful.
What if I’m the one to die in a horrific car crash? What will you want to say to me then?
I don’t know. I don’t think about that.
I just don’t. It’s more gratifying fantasizing about your own death anyway.
These are conversations that have never taken place.
Or took place between imaginary characters I made up.
Both of the above statements are true.