“Why do
people hate you?” he asked her.
“Why do
people love you?” she asked him.
There was
no answer either way. They decided to let this question rest till time offered
them an answer that would leave them satiated. Time was a better master than
most people were. A healer unlike any other.
They spent
their time writing, searching for answers in what they wrote.
Answers were never easy to come by, but that never stopped them from asking.
'Its easy to love you because you love yourself,' she replied.
ReplyDelete'And you don't?'
'Maybe I don't.'