"Arlo, let's go watch a movie on Saturday and visit the beach over the weekend."
"Arlo, look, I took some photo booth pictures yesterday, do they look good? I think I look stunning!"
"Arlo, are you studying? Stop reading and accompany me shopping!"
"Arlo, I'll sing you a song, smile for me! You're always so cold and indifferent, it's not good. My Arlo should be more sunny, it makes everyone happy to see you like that!"
"Arlo, you're so cold and aloof, it's fortunate you have me as your cheerful and lively girlfriend. We're truly a match made in heaven, complementary!"
...
He clung to those memories and the gentle voice that often echoed in his ears for eight long years, through so many seasons.
Waiting was his commitment, as he persisted through thousands of days and nights with no clear purpose, not knowing how long he might wait, lost in the vast galaxy of time, waiting and waiting.
