i certainly wouldn’t mind being interviewed by connor
Oh, I would. I wouldn’t be able to meet his eyes. I wouldn’t be able to form proper sentences. Everything would be moving far, far too fast, and still feel like every second is an hour. I would imagine every possible flaw on me, and he’s seeing them under a microscope. I would be trying to fix my hair at every moment, trying to fix myself. I would barely hear any word he’d say over the screaming in my head. I would really, really, mind being interviewed.
Do you ever find in a book or a movie that moment, where you have to put it down, close the frame, change what you were doing? And not for anything, except that it was just too much, too beautiful, too intense, too strong. Something in you told you that you could not go on, you had to make it last longer, had to stop, even, if that was what it took, even if the only thing you wanted to do was continue, you just couldn’t, because it was that perfect.