100 years at sea.A Story by yellowSomething I'll never finish.
"In a hundred years, I'll be at sea."
"Oh my, how incredibly incredible!" "Don't you wonder how? I just told you that I'd be at see in a hundred years and you think it's incredible?" "Why yes, that's what I said." "I probably won't even be alive in a hundred years and even if I was I'd be too old to set foot out of my bed, let alone in the sea or on a boat." "Then why did you say it?" "I just wanted to get a human reaction out of you. You are so peculiar and brilliant, I wonder if you care about me." "You shouldn't admit to things like that so openly." "Well, I did and I do wonder such things. How do you think of me?" "I don't know." "Don't be mad! Yes you do!" "I haven't thought of it." "What do you mean? Tell me, I must know!" "I mean just what I said. I haven't thought of it. I haven't thought of anyone more than what they present in front of me at that very moment." "You are something else you know." "I know." "But I still don't understand." "I never learned how to love anyone out loud. If I do love someone, I always figure out too late or too early and I don't know how to go about myself, so I don't." "So is that why you find it incredibly incredible? The thought of me being at sea in a hundred years?" "Why I suppose. I know I love the sea, so maybe in a hundred years I'll find that I have loved you all the same." © 2015 yellowReviews
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