The moon shone down on me and Dante as we lay flat on the bed of my truck, staring above in silence. After some heated make-out sessions, we silently held each other's hands
"Ari"
"Mmm"
"Ari?"
"What?" I glanced at him, as he sat, staring at me
"I was wondering..."
"Ah, what's new?
Dante ignored my comment, carrying on
"I was wondering what would,ve happened if we hadn't met"
"I wouldn't have had to deal with your sh* face and questions"
"Ha Ha Ha, that's a greater mercy for you than for me"
We laughed and laughed harder as it started raining
"Ari"
"Hmm"
"But what if we hadn't met? What if one day we passed each other as strangers and that's it?"
"I don't know, Dante"
"I wish we did"
"Dante. We never will know"
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. As long as you're here, I'm fine"
"Ah man, drop that sappy nonsense"
"See you say that but before your mouth kinda agreed with me"
"Fine. You got me"
We fell back into comfortable silence.
I lied to him. To Dante. I didn't know what would have happened because I didn't want to know. Loving Dante Quintana was to live. I dont remember living till I met him. No one wants to know what happens if you stop living. So, why would I want to know what happens if loving Dante was loving nobody?