‘What took you so long in the shower, Flynn?’ Sydney asked her newlywed husband before their first night together.

‘Because I’m lucky.’ Flynn said jumping on the bed with only a towel wrapped around his waist, wet strands of hair dripping on his forehead.

‘Have you decided to turn weird the very first night after our marriage?’ Sydney tilted her head, concerned about Flynn’s well being.

‘Don’t you get it, Sydney? I’m so lucky to be alive. Alive, in the same timeline that you exist. Our souls have been sleeping for all eternity and they probably would sleep again after our deaths. Comparing the time of our lives with this eternity is pointless, but this little time that we get to be awake, to breathe, to love, it’s– it’s all so aesthetic to imagine. I know we’re just starting our marriage but I want it to be the best time of our lives. And by best I don’t mean that everything would be perfect all time, you know.’ His manner of speaking had turned rapid, thus he paused to breath and Sydney gave him a nod to continue.

‘Times change, the happy times come and go. But when the worst times come, I want to be there for you. I want to have your back and even shield you if need be. I want to teach our kids the truth about disappointments and let them know that it’s alright to face “Failure”. Because, honey, our time to be alive is very tiny and who’d want to spend it in regrets? Of course, we’ll teach them to dream big but also make them aware about the hurt that expectations bring along with them. Even hard work doesn’t give a 100% output, but we’ll teach them to be happy, no matter what. We’ll be happy, too.’

All this time Sydney listened to her husband intently, without taking her eyes off his enthusiastic expressions. 

‘I’ll do just that.’ She chimed like a bird lost in the mesmerizing song of nature. Teasingly she climbed atop him and turned the lights off the night lamp.


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