“Do you remember that time I found you lying in the garden?”
He shook his head. “I don’t remember much of anything now.”
She looked sad. “It was back in the day, when you were still trying to make me believe in the impossible.”
“Did I succeed?”
“Every time. You told me that old payphones would take us back in time. You insisted that your guitar sounded better under water, and that my bones were made of crystal.” She couldn’t help but look down at her bony hands.
“Tell me about the time you found me in the garden.”
She closed her eyes. “I walked out to find you lying on your back in the garden. The sun was about to go down, and the whole sky was orange. Or maybe pink, I’m not sure. You didn’t notice me until I was right by your side, but you didn’t look at me. I asked you what you were doing, and you said you were looking at the sky. I asked how long you’d been doing that, and you answered that you’d been doing it for hours. I then asked why, and you said “what do you mean ‘why?’”. I asked you if there weren’t more important things to do than look at the sky. This was when you looked at me. You assured me that nothing was more important than looking at the sky. You told me with such conviction, it might just have been the only true thing in the world.”
“Maybe it was.”
“Maybe it still is.”
“What happened next?”
“I lay down beside you, and you grabbed my hand. You pointed to this particular cluster of clouds, and said ‘look darling, it’s you’. I asked ‘me?’. And you said ‘yes, you. You’ve been up there all along. You’re dancing, can’t you see?’ I told you I couldn’t. That was the single most important moment of my life.”
“How come?”
She smiled. “Well, it’s the moment I realized you loved me.”
“I thought the most important moment of your life was when you realized you loved me.”
She shook her head. “No, I always knew that.”
“What happened after that?”
“We climbed up on the roof, where we started dancing. And when we got tired and the moon came up, we flew all the way up there. And then we danced some more. It’s easier to dance on the moon.”
“Is that really true?”
“Hey, my bones are still made of crystal, aren’t they?”
He smiled. “Can we go outside and look at the sky?”
“Yes. Always.”
