Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Take me out on a date, and maybe talk to me on the phone late at night, maybe we could watch some old black and white movies together, or take a blanket fort onto the roof on a cool fall night.
Or maybe tell me who you are and we can lament about being too far away from each other to do any of this.
I don’t know. I guess be yourself. Be willing to be a goof. Enjoy the things I enjoy, or maybe tell me about the things you enjoy.
Maybe tell me your name, where you are from. What motivates you when you get up? What kind of breakfast food do you like? Do you enjoy beer? Do you enjoy tea with honey, coffee with cream? Do you eat in bed? What is your favorite piece of clothing? Do you remember to floss?
Ya know, just basic best friend stuff.