Cliche

I love you, he said.

Interesting. I said.

Interesting, is a Cliché word, he said.

We all are repeating other people’s thoughts, signs and warnings. Like cows grazing on the same food all day long. Clichés are safe! Guaranteed.

I love you. He said.

I like you. I said.

I want to know everything about you, I can’t get enough of you, your voice, your skin, your hair, so dark. I love it, I love you, I love us.

Us?

Yes, us

We live in a world of individuality, we have to. There is a proof for it: The Ipad, Iphone, Iwork, Ishit there is no WEPhone, WEPad, WEWork, WEShit. Where is me in WE? Where is you in WE? I said.

We create a WE from you and me. It is not a me and not a you. A WE, a new entity. We feed we, we take care of we, we exercise we, we make love to we. He said.

Interesting. I said.

This is a Cliché word. He said.

It is early and going fast. I said.

So what? It is the WE talking, the WE going fast, it has a mind on its own. It is speaking its mind.

I love you. I said.

I need to think about it and reflect. He said.

WE, can think about it and reflect, I said.

This is too much for me, I need to put together a me before I can be a WE. Sorry, he said.

Sorry is a Cliché word, I said.