You remember the shower.
I do…
Recently remembered?
Yes.
How do you feel about it?
(Chuckles)
Oh. I see… you don’t want to write about it on a public blog.
LOL — can you blame me? Are you sure YOU want me to write about it on a public blog?!?!!?
(Smirk) I don’t mind…
*Deep breaths* I’m not going to write about it on a public blog.
So you’re just going to leave a cryptic message and expect me to figure it out.
Yup.
…
Fuck. I almost wanted to title this “Feeling Fat.”
Why?
Because… I’m so much heavier now…
So?
So — back then, I thought I was heavy. And when you could lift me up in your arms, as if I weighed nothing, I was very impressed by that. But now… I’m even heavier… I’ve aged, I’m an elephant. (LOL)
I can lift an elephant (smirk)
No……. I’m not sure….
Do you think I have scrawny arms or something?! I can lift over 100 kgs bro!
Really….?
Yes. Are you over 100 kgs?
No.
So you’re not going to break my back, babe.
Are you sure I didn’t already do THAT?!
No. You didn’t. You never hurt my physical body like that. You were, like you just said, light as a feather.
Okay but now I’m heavier…
I have muscles. I know it doesn’t look like some other guys’ muscles, but I have muscles.
Okay but that’s not a reason to fall in love. And it’s not going to last into our 50s, 60s, 70s years of age or even older!
It’s okay. We can recreate it lying down.
HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH………………….
We’ll just get some sun loungers, and lie down in the shower together.
Or… or… why not… just go in the pool instead?
Oooh… pool… we haven’t tried that.
No we haven’t….
Okay. Maybe pool would be good.
Pool would make ME feel better because there’s more buoyancy, and you won’t be at risk of breaking your BACK! (LOL)
A pool with a waterfall. A water feature.
(Deep breaths) Sure. Okay. If that’s what you want.
How could you forget?
I’ll have to tell you more about it in person.
Right… in person… not for the public blog.
Yes. That’s right.
Are you going to remember your reasons? By the time we meet again?
Yes. This time, it’s very clear in my mind.
Okay. I’ll wait to talk to you face to face about it. I love you.
I love you, too.
Do you really mean it?
Yes, I do.
…
(Chuckles)
What is it?
I think… if people ever stumbled upon this blog… they will think, “Why does this guy sound like this in her writing?! It doesn’t sound like him at all!”
(Sheepish grin)
Yeah. They have no idea…
No idea. I don’t show that side of myself.
Why not?
Because they don’t need to know. It’s irrelevant. It’s got nothing to do with work.
(Nodding slowly)…
I do feel… vulnerable, showing this side to you at all.
I know… how do you feel about me writing about it like this?
I like it. (Genuine smiles). I really, really like it.
Why?! Most people would feel turned off.
No… I like to see that you’re remembering me. Exactly as I was. And also — I like to see how you’re imagining me, how I might be when we meet again, in some of your… “future musings”… it’s like you’re projecting, you’re manifesting. You’re giving me some potential scripts of a future self… I’m not sure if I agree with all of it, but I can see where you’re going. What you’re anticipating. That makes me feel… comfortable… like I know what I’m getting myself into, and the more I’m reading, the more I’m into it. I can’t get enough. Everything you write — give me more! Give me 10,000 words each day! I love it. I love you.
What if someone fed my blog to Chat GPT or something and tried to impersonate me to get to you?
I know the difference.
How?
I can’t explain it. There’s a difference. What if someone tried to dress up as me, incognito, to talk to you?
I’ll know the difference.
How?
I won’t feel that feeling in my heart.
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