Content to Listen

Finally a conversation. Except that I had nothing to say. I think I like not having anything to say. It's an interesting reverse of my general persona.

She said she's doing fine, but that's what she always used to say. I unquestioningly believe. Even when she's nearing tears. Lame jokes never worked before, but I tried again anyway. Partial successes here and there. But that was less because of me than because of her own perspective. That's how I know she is doing fine.

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She's eating right now. Chewing like a small goat. Small goats chew with their whole mouth, all at once. It's kind of cute, to be honest. I don't like to use that word too often, but it's fitting for the situation.

I'll write more later. Maybe when the conversation is over. Though I'm rather clinging to the hope that the conversation won't end. And here I was thinking I was hopeless.