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‘Why do you have to write down every word that pops into your mind?’ We’re spending another day at the beach and we’re having another one of our talks. The waves keep interrupting us, but I don’t blame them. The coast never gives them the attention they’re longing for. I've grown accustomed to that feeling by now. ‘Well, my notebook is like an external hard drive.’ Writers cling to the past because it implies a sense of control. It’s funny how we keep fooling ourselves with that kind of stuff. ‘There’s nothing about you that’s normal, is there?’ I guess you must be right. ‘Do you ever write about me then?’ The curls in your hair have been brightened by the sun. Your skin is tanned and soft. ‘Yes, I write a lot about you.’ Your blue eyes seem surprised. They keep reminding me why I fell in love with you. ‘You know the first time we kissed, you said something to me that I can’t forget.’ I immediately know what you’re talking about. At the time I wondered what it’d be like to sleep with you. Now it’s my turn to ask something. ‘When did you realize you wanted to sleep with me?’ You shrug your shoulders. ‘I’ve never thought about it like that.’ Life is easy for you. You enjoy something or not. You like someone or you don’t. You stay right where you are, once it feels right. Even when the rest of the world is going up in flames. You don’t do this on purpose. You don't try to do anything. This is just who you are. ‘No wait, it must’ve been around the time that you started wearing sexy outfits to the office.’ I never started to wear sexy outfits to the office. I swear. ‘It was distracting me, whenever we had a meeting or when you’d drop by to talk about an email or something.’ You give your cocktail one of those smiles that only appears alongside a memory. ‘How many guys have you slept with, by the way?’ I don’t know why, but your question freaks me out. ‘Probably about fifty.’ It might’ve been one hundred, or even two. Right now, I can’t even recall a single time. ‘Why do you ask?’ You shrug your shoulders once more. ‘Just curiosity, that’s all.’ It’s true. There’s no judgement there, I think. ‘We’ve been on this island for more than a week now, but I still don’t understand anything about you.’ I’m waiting for you to explain yourself a bit more, but you don’t. That’s probably because you like me, but you can’t do anything about it. ‘Cool, thanks.’ I smile. You laugh. ‘You’ve got so many ways to say 'cool', it’s fascinating.’ You surprise me. Occasionally our talks make me feel like I’m discovering a new planet, but most of the time they make me feel at home. ‘Cool, thanks.’ You’re in a relationship with someone else. Three days before we went on this trip together, you asked her to be your girlfriend. Perhaps you’ll make each other happy. You should try to, at least. Even if there’s just the slightest chance for that happiness. That’s what we’re all looking for, isn’t it? ‘Do you wanna dance?’ I smile again. You laugh again. We get up. I want you to live your life. I want you to have everything you ever dreamed of. You’ll be great, I’m sure of that. I’ll continue to wander. I'll roam the earth and float amongst the clouds. I’ll try to find peace within myself. The peace which you’ve always had. The peace which you'll always have. Now is the time to forget about the time.