not-that-kind-of-girl

I've never seen Star Wars or The Godfather, so that would be a good excuse for us to spend a bunch of time together.

How are we supposed to live every day if we know we're going to die?' He looked at me, clearly pained by the dawning of my genetically predestined morbidity. He had been the same way as a kid. A day never went by where he didn't think about this eventual demise. He sighed, leaned back in his chair, unable to conjure a comforting answer. 'You just do'.