I was looking through my old notebooks and found something I had written probably a couple years back, as part of an exercise in writing I've decided to post it.
Is it possible to love someone whom you've never met?
Think about it. You're standing there - not completely satisfied with your current situation, your lot in life as it were. You're pissed off. Pissed on. Surly. Horny. You want to crawl back into bed. You know you're late for work. School. Some place you'd rather not be. Hungry. Fast food. Indigestion. Drugs for the heartache. Computer. Connect to social media but you could give two shits about your "Friends" updates. Who cares that saw a movie or a concert or even did their laundry at 2 in the morning? You were awake at 2. Laying in bed and staring at a crack in the wall. You tried to sleep but you pissed it off and now it's been avoiding you all week. Got a restraining order and now you're fucked. Back to the computer. Porn. Email. Googled yourself and felt like a loser doing it. You're car broke and now you're forced to take the bus. Everything and everyone smelled like piss and desperation. Plug in and tune out but the battery on your iCrack is dead. You want to cry. You want to hit someone - anyone. In fact the next person who talks to you is going to get the ever loving shit kicked out of them. You feel someone staring at you. You look up and and see -
It's them. The person you didn't know you were looking for. You don't know how you know but there they are. They ask you if you're okay but you seem to have lost the ability to speak. They smile and in that moment your heart stops hurting.
That's the secret of love. You forget about all the bullshit that is life. You stop thinking about how many ways robots will rise. You don't think about killer penguin zombies - because when the world burns you have someone who will be with you throughout it all.
Yes, love is never having to worry about robotic/killer/penguin zombies ever again.