You know what?
I like being me.
You just realised that?
Not really, it’s just that despite knowing that I’m not entirely the same person I was 10 or 20 years ago, I’m still ok being myself. At my own pace, doing things I want to do, things I like to do, be with whom I want to be with.
Good for you.
I’m so blessed, I know that. Although there are times when I wish for more.
That’s called being human.
I know you worry about me. You shouldn’t be. There are other things you should think about.
Yeah. It’s a habit, I guess.
I’m grateful, but I’ve made peace with my feelings. With you.
I know you have and I’m glad you’re okay with everything.
I’m glad we could do this.
Right now, I think I’d prefer having a quiet love that comes from friendship and nerdy interaction.
You’re always one for stimulating conversations, anyway.
I guess I haven’t changed that much, huh.
Not so much, no. But that nerd should be smart enough not to let go of you.
Like you did?
If I find him, I’ll be sure to tell him that. Or maybe you could do it for me?
Sorry, kid. You’re on your own there.
Bah. I knew I shouldn’t count on you.