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John Doe and Convo (9).

I told him about what I found out.
I said, "Right now, nothing is sure; nothing is certain."
Nonetheless, he was elated,
because a birth of anything is considered an event worth celebrating.
He calmly explained, "Sometimes, pleasant surprises come in small, tight and tidy packages."
I smiled, and tugged at those invisible heartstrings of mine.
I could almost tell myself that it was over, and believe it.
I sat down on the swing, smiled and said, "Strange.
I wished I could hire a postman to send you all the unread, and unwritten notes.
but I doubt I could ever write them down in black ink on paper.
You would not see what you could not ever read."

4 times,
5 times, and you can almost smell his scent.

"I almost thought you were talking about me," John Doe laughed.
"Well, a new start is a good thing," I answered.