So, do you believe in ghosts? he asked me as I lay across the floor, organizing things. I’m not sure, I looked up at him. Have you ever seen one?

No. But they’re real. I believe it.

A few days later, I asked him about love. If it was possible to be in love with someone you’ve never met, or known, or to just fall out of love with someone you’ve spent entire lifetimes with.

I’m not sure, he said. I’ve never been fortunate enough to experience that. Or it. But I know it’s there, I believe in it.

Like ghosts?

I guess, he said.

I knew.