Infinite. Indefinite.

"That's an interesting story", she said.
"That's the truth", he said.
"Is it the whole truth?", she whispered.
"It is indeed", he whispered, "for now".
"It is fascinating", she leaned closer.
"There is the sporadic moment where the truth is more intriguing than the lie," he leaned closer.
"Tell me more", she leaned away.
"What more do you want to know?", he leaned away.
She smiled.
he smiled.
She laid down, "everything,".
He got up, "everything it is then,".

Strangely enough, sometimes the only people you can talk to are strangers.

Far from family, commitment, love, and things maybe better left unsaid, free from the vestiges of life, two people live life like zealots chasing an unmentionable. Or maybe running from an inevitable.

NOT A LOVE STORY. NOT A SOB STORY.
Maybe this is just a story of two ordinary regulars who become extraordinary losers when they're together. Or maybe this is all just a lie. Maybe this is all an elaborate scheme of life like any other scheme in life.

Just breathe.