You know how to make a man long for you, body and soul alike. Who can tell if my face burns because of what you've done or what you've said?
[...]
You aren't pushing. Yes, it's hypothetical, of course it is, but what harm is there in dreaming of this life? Imagination is critical to evolution, to progress; hypotheticals allow us to imagine new, better futures. Do you know about slipstream genre of literature?
It's a broadly defined category, but involves many temporalities - many timelines, yes? Many points of divergence so multiple stories may exist from the same beginning sentence.
I think there is a similar concept, one of making different choices which result in wildly different outcomes, but all of these occur simultaneously.
(Don't worry if you don't understand. This is more for the benefit of my lack of a 'moment' than for necessary conversation. My [...] baseball statistics.
Cold shower.)
An example: I imagine the day I meet you in New York. At the end of this meeting, we part as friends only. There is no breakfast, no shared bed, no curtains.
Maybe I remain married to Madeline.
And then, instead, I imagine a different future: at the end of the meeting, or perhaps at the beginning, I kiss you. I hold tightly to you and tell you [...] I love you, with all my soul, and that I've never been more certain of anything save the love I have for my son.
And Dodo.
And there is a shared bed, Vevay, and breakfast - which I also cannot cook in any timeline - and curtains. A home together. A family.
I live both of these lives simultaneously.
This imagining enables me to compare many situations and decide what would make me happiest. It's better to imagine multiple futures than all the things I should have done in retrospect, isn't that so?
[...]
In no way is this helping me feel less starved. The second life I imagine has so many shared 'moments', my heart might give out.
[...]
I can at least focus on other aspects of this.
I am curious, Vevay. Hypothetically, imaginatively: would you want children? This is something that people discuss when they first meet, isn't it, so they can decide their compatibility?
I'm [...] content with Sergiy, of course.
I would be happy with your children, also, if they needed a home. Wanted a home, and we -
I mean to say, I would welcome them and love them, if you and I shared a home. In this imagined future. They would always have a room waiting.
[...]
I would also [...] like more. One, maybe two. Only if it was something my partner also wanted. In one of these imagined futures, that comes to five children, which even I acknowledge is more a horde than a family.
Well -
Sergiy is enough. My heart, my happiness. Perhaps I'll keep to imagining a future where I see him every day, first.
One with you, also, calling me your beloved. (In Polish, which I'll learn.)
[...]
Still twelve days? Ah, still twelve days. The past half hour feels like an eternity.
2/2
You know how to make a man long for you, body and soul alike. Who can tell if my face burns because of what you've done or what you've said?
[...]
You aren't pushing. Yes, it's hypothetical, of course it is, but what harm is there in dreaming of this life? Imagination is critical to evolution, to progress; hypotheticals allow us to imagine new, better futures. Do you know about slipstream genre of literature?
It's a broadly defined category, but involves many temporalities - many timelines, yes? Many points of divergence so multiple stories may exist from the same beginning sentence.
I think there is a similar concept, one of making different choices which result in wildly different outcomes, but all of these occur simultaneously.
(Don't worry if you don't understand. This is more for the benefit of my lack of a 'moment' than for necessary conversation. My [...] baseball statistics.
Cold shower.)
An example: I imagine the day I meet you in New York. At the end of this meeting, we part as friends only. There is no breakfast, no shared bed, no curtains.
Maybe I remain married to Madeline.
And then, instead, I imagine a different future: at the end of the meeting, or perhaps at the beginning, I kiss you. I hold tightly to you and tell you [...] I love you, with all my soul, and that I've never been more certain of anything save the love I have for my son.
And Dodo.
And there is a shared bed, Vevay, and breakfast - which I also cannot cook in any timeline - and curtains. A home together. A family.
I live both of these lives simultaneously.
This imagining enables me to compare many situations and decide what would make me happiest. It's better to imagine multiple futures than all the things I should have done in retrospect, isn't that so?
[...]
In no way is this helping me feel less starved. The second life I imagine has so many shared 'moments', my heart might give out.
[...]
I can at least focus on other aspects of this.
I am curious, Vevay. Hypothetically, imaginatively: would you want children? This is something that people discuss when they first meet, isn't it, so they can decide their compatibility?
I'm [...] content with Sergiy, of course.
I would be happy with your children, also, if they needed a home. Wanted a home, and we -
I mean to say, I would welcome them and love them, if you and I shared a home. In this imagined future. They would always have a room waiting.
[...]
I would also [...] like more. One, maybe two. Only if it was something my partner also wanted. In one of these imagined futures, that comes to five children, which even I acknowledge is more a horde than a family.
Well -
Sergiy is enough. My heart, my happiness. Perhaps I'll keep to imagining a future where I see him every day, first.
One with you, also, calling me your beloved. (In Polish, which I'll learn.)
[...]
Still twelve days? Ah, still twelve days. The past half hour feels like an eternity.