The clouds looked like they had been painted by the hand of God against the canvas of the clear blue sky. It was one of those landscapes too alive to photograph or even dream of recreating, and so they simply sat and looked. They took a moment to pretend that they were not sitting on the burning hot sweat-soaked spit-ridden artificial turf of a middle school soccer field, and that the sharp scent of rubber was not filling the air. Instead, they told themselves, they were at the marina, staring in silent awe at a surreally beautiful sky.
"Sometimes I wish we could live forever," murmured the girl.
"But then this wouldn't be the same."
"This?"
The boy motioned vaguely with his hands. "You know, you, me, us; this."
"Wouldn't it be even better if we could be together forever?"
"Maybe. It wouldn't be the same, though."
They were silent for a moment. A cloud swept across the sun, covering and uncovering it so that the pair squinted for a second in the sudden light.
"There's something about knowing that we've got the rest of our lives to be here. Like, it's not forever, but it's long enough that it seems like it," he continued.
"Wouldn't forever be even better, then?"
"It just wouldn't be the same. The ending is what makes it special."
Cute! As much as we like to look for perfect ideas like "forever," I'm kind of addicted to the feeling of bittersweet. Kind of like how unconventional beauty often transcends any other kind.
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