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"It's too much," Eret says, "to know you."
Foolish tilts his head. He doesn't understand, maybe he never will, and Eret doesn't think she can ever really explain.
"You're you," she continues, "and I'm me, and it feels like no matter how long I have known you, no matter how long I will know you, it won't be... we won't be... it's never going to be enough."
Foolish blinks, and stares, and god, if she can ever make him understand now is the time.
"I can't imagine not knowing you. I can't imagine a world where we don't meet. I can't imagine a universe where you and I are not us." The wind kicks up, just a little, and it blows her hair into her face. They sit next to each other on a secluded hill, and their hands are close enough to touch, and maybe Eret doesn't truly understand either. "I don't know who I'd be if I didn't know you."
"I don't know who I'd be either." Foolish murmurs, almost enough to be lost in the sounds around them, and Eret could cry. "I don't... Eret, what's prompting this?"
She goes off on tangents like this too often, about their place in the universe, about every star in the sky, about how she gets to say hello to Foolish each morning. "In another life, I'd find you." She's not looking for reassurance. "In another life, I would know you, because my very being can't imagine not knowing you."
"You just said it was too much." Foolish's eyes are emerald and shining. "Eret, I don't-"
"It is." Eret's staring into him. "Don't tell me you don't understand. You do. I know you do."
Their eyes stay locked for a long moment, and then Foolish looks down at their hands and bridges the gap and rests his fingers on top of hers.
"You." Eret says.
"You." Foolish replies.
There's an understanding there that could stretch a thousand lifetimes.
"I'll always find you." Eret says, and she means it.