If our heavenly father was kind enough to let you borrow his throne atop the heavens with a clear view of everything below; you’d see the earth, maybe a few birds, some clouds, probably a plane. But, look closer, ask god to grant you supervision for the next five minutes. If that’s a thing. Focus on north america, the southern region specifically. Now, hone into the northern part of Texas, around the denton area. You see that Altima, flowing down 121? Going somewhere unknown fast? The sun roof’s down, see if you can look a little closer, or shit ask god to flip the view so you can see through the front of the windshield.
What are you looking at? Is it two people, madly in love on their way to a hiking trip or is it two people not in love, but on the way to the place where they might finally fall deeply in love? Sharing an experience only the two of them will ever understand. The only experience they might try to share with others when they get asked the question, “When did you two know you wanted to spend the rest of your life together?”.
Oh, wait, fuck, I think she just slapped him. Maybe it’s not love, maybe it’s hate. Those two emotions are so closely related, whoever really knows the difference. Can you know love without hate, and can you really understand hate without love?
I don’t know, you tell me.