love and LayD

Love is so beautiful.

I wish I could touch her. 

Kiss her. 

But she's so far away. 

and it was me who turned away. 

She's even prettier than last time I saw her. 
'why are you dancing with LayD?'  Love was always jealous
'because me and you don't dance anymore.' 

I know she wants to update, to know a little more about me.

million questions she says

when we met century ago, we worked together. 

we were giving young people hope, point, future

'now I work with old people. preparing them for a meeting with LayD' 

'so you don't help? no more healing?'  

'I listen to them. it helps' 

'why?' 

'they all had loved ones. they are full of stories about you. listening about you reminds me our story. some of them met you for a short time. others knew you longer. when I asked them about their life, all they remember is you' 

Love looked at me closely. I'm not used to when she's silent. 

LayD never speaks. 

It's weird when Love is silent.

Then I saw a tear. 

'you will never change' she whispered.
I didn't know if it's good or not. 
I didn't know if a tear was happy or sad. 

I know nothing.