"I´m a lover of the small things--holding hands, walking together, small gifts, intimate dinner." I pause; I sigh. » Y G H M®: the stories, yo
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“I´m a lover of the small things–holding hands, walking together, small gifts, intimate dinner.” I pause; I sigh.

“I´m a lover of the small things–holding hands, walking together, small gifts, intimate dinner.” I pause; I sigh.

“What happened to romance?”, the writer asks.

I shift in the seat; I turn my head to look out the window; I turn back to the writer.

“Now, guys, treat it more like bromance when they want something–romanticism is gone.  It´s an act; it´s a aggressive demand; respectful behavior is forbidden; instead–rush in to the relationship then plateau at partners–not lovers.”

“I think that my girlfriend and I do it right–we walk together to the local pond every night and watch the sunset.”

“Which sun is that?”, I ask as I think of the double suns and calculate the trajectories relative to the planal surface of the sphere upon which we both reside.

“The 2nd sun”, he replies as he turns his head to look out the window, “in the dusk, we are together as one.”

“That´s cute”, I reply as I take a sip of coffee from my taza, “so does it help your relationship–does it make it deeper?”

“It makes it matter–in these times, we don´t use the digitals at all and it´s a chance for us to unwind and be natural together.”

“I think it´s important to spend time directly in each other´s lives–to forgo the digitals and cultivate a sense of connectness through dialogue and touch.”

“We def touch”, he replies as he smiles.

“Yeah”, I reply as I take another sip of coffee, “I didn´t want to know that–it´s just that my wife and I have been drifting instead of connecting; I want to rekindle the flame–I want us to be close, again.”

“Try this”, the writer replies as he picks up his digitaltelephone.

Music starts playing as he swipes right on the device.

“I love to put some music on when we are together”, he replies as he turns the volume up, “I think it helps us to develop real-time present awareness of each other–from this, we can attune to each other´s small gestures that faciliate a deeper level of connection.”

“Like when she scolds at you?”

“Yes”, the writer replies as he turns down the music, “when she does that–and, I see it–then, I know that I am doing something that I shouldn´t be doing–communication without verbalization.  This is a deeper connection–it´s how we really act when we care and are with someone directly.  When we can see how they respond, then we can understand them and what they want better–words are clumsy, but instead we can see facial reactions, tense bodies and figgidty hands to understand the inner feelings that I person is going through–even, may not want to convey.”

“Yeah”, I reply as I lean back in my chair, “until we understand these–are we really communicating? Are we really connected? Are we really exchanging ideas, feelings and thoughts? Are we together or are we seperate?”

“Speaking of which”, he replies as he leans back in his chair at the small cafe by the beach, “are you paying for my coffee?”

“I enjoyed this conversation”, I reply as I pull my digitaltarjeta out of my pocket, “so I´ll pick up the tab on these coffees.”