"Right now, this is all that matters. This, this is the only thing that's real. I mean, ultimately, if we get honest -- really honest -- we don't know if there's a God, or heaven, or hell, or whatever, or if anything is really real. But this, this is real. In time, it may pass, and it probably will. But this moment is outside of time. So it's eternal. We can only hope there is a God and he's good and there's a heaven for us, and I do, but right now we can't touch it. But I can touch you, I can see you, and smell you, and taste you. And right now, this is all that matters."
And she agreed, but did not smile, though she was not sad. But I was a little sad. And I took her hand and looked at her watch. I opened the blinds, and it began to rain.
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If you wrote a book, I would read it.
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