I love Evaline even though I barely remember why. I just know that I do. I'm relying on the fact that I've said it so many times that there must have once been a reason for my love.
But isn't that how we always go through life? Relying on our words to justify our actions? Whatever happened to justifying our words with our actions? 2 'I'm going to die.' 'What's that supposed to mean?' 'It means I'm going to die.' 'You mean you're going to kill yourself?' 'No, I'm dying.' 'I don't understand.' 'I'm going to die.' 'When?' 'Within the next fifty years...' A pause. A breath. A nervous twisting of nervous fingers. This is how the moment goes. This is how my wife tells me that she's going to die. I'm incapable of processing this information.
'I'm not sure how I should react to this.' ‘...' And then it's silence. Silence like you see in the movies. The silence you get after a crucial plot point is revealed. The silence that allows the viewing audience to breathe and digest the emotions that they're being fed. Again.
