An imaginary conversation about Stevie Wonder

And so you wait to see what he’ll do
Is it sun or snow for you?
But it breaks your heart in two

‘Cause you’ve been fooled by April
And he’s gone, and he’s gone
–Stevie Wonder/Summer Soft

God, I hate Stevie Wonder. Please put on something else.

How can you hate Stevie Wonder? He’s amazing!

Amazingly dull.

What is wrong with you?

Yeah, yeah. Child prodigy. Blind kid. I acknowledge the talent. I just don’t want to hear Songs in the Key of Life again.

You have such terrible taste.

I picked you, didn’t I?

Did you? Last I heard you were keeping your options open.

What? Don’t look at me that way.

What way?

Like you’re going to say something that will kill me.

Don’t worry, I’m not.

I would pick you, if I picked anyone, you know.

No, I don’t know. I’m taking it on faith.

Well, I would.

OK.

Just OK?

I’ll turn it off.

Thanks.

You’re welcome.

What is going on??

You can call me when you decide. If you do. I’d like to know. I’m going to go home.

You can’t just leave…

Can’t I?

What do you want me to say?

Nothing. Something. Everything. Not much.

Talk to me.

Talk to you? About what?

What’s going on?

You tell me. I’m always telling you what I feel. It’s your turn now.

I’m not the one leaving…

No. But you won’t say if you really want me to be here, either. I’m just giving you the space to decide.

I don’t need space!

What do you need?

I need…I don’t know what I need.

You know what I need?

No, what?

I need you to be able to tell me what you need. Or what you want. I need you to be able to tell me something. Anything at all. I need you to stop saying nothing.

But I don’t know if I can.

And that is why I am leaving. As long as you have something, you won’t care about having everything.

I’m not sure I understand.

I’m pretty sure you do. Call me when you want to talk about it. I’ll listen.

You know I will always love you.

Of course you love me. I rock.

You do.

Thanks, Tyler

I will talk to you soon, I think, Marla.

You met me at a very strange time in my life…

Come back and make me some soap.

Let me know when you’re ready.

Love.

Always.







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