My Lady M… never apologize! Never back down. I feel I am doing something wrong,
I don’t know what.
I used to wonder… if we do live in a holographic universe created by some alien race
in a computer simulation, why make us suffer such pain of free will? Our history is
filled such savagery. Why didn’t they write the program to give us a hive mind?
Our life would be so much easier… no squabbles no war.
Then I fell in love and the answer seemed to be clear. We spent six glorious years
that surely caught the attention of these aliens and validated the reason they gave
free will Then she left. After much agonizing self reflection I realized I never actually
said ‘I love you.’ Six years.
How is it these ‘gum’ people say in seconds what didn’t know how to say in six years?
And now I’m endlessly bickering here instead of finishing the work after which
she will come back and be with me.