Life is ultimately meaningless, we are alone in the universe. A sentiment that's quite popular in the post-modern world that believes in nothing.
She had dabbled with this line of thinking, the inexorable march of time was something familiar to her.
The realization that every and anything would fall to decay and erosion.
Why even care? Why even put the effort. All she needed to do was to ensure the continued uninterrupted flow of time. Anything else was pointless and futile
He changed that, he forced himself into her existence, the finite trying to touch and hold into infinity.
He made her realize that ultimately.
Life was meaningless
Who cared about meanings?
She was having fun.
She was loved.
What else did she need?

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Pub: 05 Sep 2021 06:03 UTC
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