Panenka

by Ronan Hession

Life should always be like that. Resting safely, with someone looking over you, attending to the little indulgences that loved people enjoy.

Relationships never truly ended, and even when people faded from you their effect was preserved somewhere in the particle physics of experience where everything is a compound made up of traces of everything else.

How about you just try to make me happy, and I’ll try and do the same for you?’

But isn’t that what allowing yourself be loved is all about – letting something greater than fear into your life?’