On the Way to You

by Kandi Steiner

“I think religion, in any form, is just the result of fear. Fear of dying, fear of being alone. We all want to believe that we’re special, that some man in the sky loves each and every one of us, even with our flaws.” He shrugged. “But the truth is we’re just humans. We’re just animals. And when we die, we become food for the earth and the bugs. The circle of life.”

“What’s your favorite book?” It was my turn to laugh. “You can’t just have one favorite book. That’s like me asking you to choose a favorite arm.”

He kissed me like it was a privilege, like he didn’t want to rush, like we had forever.