“Yeah… not always.” We held eye contact for a moment more, still and silent and honest. Two marbles that had stopped going.
“Life is like two marbles,” he said. I turned to him, looking away from the city laid out before us. I waited for an elaboration. “Like… not marbles as in crazy. Marbles as in… people. Chasing after each other.” I still didn’t understand. He sighed in frustration. “You know those marble runs that kids play in at toy stores and doctors’ offices?” I nodded, still confused. Where was he going with this? “It’s like that. You drop two marbles in and one chases after the other. Sometimes a third comes up. Sometimes one of them falls out of step. But they both reach the finish line, you know? They reach it together. At least… most of the time.” He turned to me now, his brown eyes deep and sincere. “But I guess not always, right?”
“Yeah… not always.” We held eye contact for a moment more, still and silent and honest. Two marbles that had stopped going.
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