"Do you believe in past lives?"

I ask, knowing... "I don't," he says with finality.

"I do. Because of you. 

Not just because of you, of course. 

But certainly, again....because of you." 

We silently agree to the difference over our breakfast of eggs and sausage in this very American diner. Not only to the difference, but to love each other for the very fact of those differences. One day, they will likely be our undoing. But today, we choose to love each other again. Today, for me, there is only you, which is certainly better than not you. We eat our greasy spoon breakfasts and smile.