Gus knows. I will not tell you our love story, because like all real love stories, it will die with us.As it should. I’d hoped that he’d be eulogizing me, because there is no one I’d rather have. I can’t talk about our love story, so I will talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I know this. There is an infinite between 0 and 1. There’s.1 and .12 and. 112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many days of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You have me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.
I don’t really know what to do… This couple (I think) are having a huge fight, they’ve been going on it for a while, right next door at the motel I’m staying at. Can’t you just make up already? Please don’t kill each other, cuz that would be bad.