Oh sure. Because we always talk about deep down stuff.
I throw him two bones: a smile and a nod. Both lies.
Why am i here? What's my purpose?
Because no one can be trusted.
Who becomes you? No one. No one should become me. When I die, I don't want my body or soul inhabited. I wouldn't wish me on anyone.
Yet, when we talked, when we were together, she seemed so familiar. Seemed to know who I was, where I was coming from. She knew me better than I knew myself, I think. She was easy to be with. And I wanted to be with her, like all the time.