Thank You for Spending Time with Me

Hey, it’s him again: stories about Eimi are never outdated and never lose their appeal

It is always the same: she ends the date with: “Thank you for spending time with me.” He wondered: with all the passion he had given, all the stone-grilled sausages he had bought, why did she only pay attention to time? Why did she offer thanks for something so abstract, colorless, odorless, and impossible to grasp?

Furthermore, two hours of her work equaled a month of his diligent labor. Wasn’t her time worth more than his? Was she being overly polite?

She replied: everyone has only 24 hours a day to live, to train themselves, develop intellect, nurture the soul, work, and connect. We cannot store time: we can only prolong it through physical exercise and increase its value by cultivating and developing ourselves

If we ignore the 8 hours in the frame of reference of making a living, isn’t the remaining time equally valuable? You could have spent that time on someone else, another connection, but you dedicated a portion of your finite time to Eimi: I cherish that deeply

His worldview flipped. Einstein’s theory of relativity raced through his mind: did she come from a different universe, arriving to teach him about the cool things in life? Being beside her, time seemed to warp. Only the ruler of integrity he always kept in his pants remained perfectly straight. The energy of that ruler is calculated with the formula E=mc²

He liked her, not only for her gentle beauty, but also for her intellect. It is true that you should not judge a book by its cover. Sometimes the intellect of a person is proportional to the size of their bust

❤️ cowriter aethery