She knew the area had been a slave plantation a long time ago, could it be that the stone had been carved during that period? Was love something that made you free, let you forget about your loneliness, or was it another form of imprisonment? She enjoyed thinking about Red, at least sometimes, but not this particular and particularly annoying Red, a much better Red that she was not seeing yet. She knew he would govern her life forever if he was to appear, but was she ready for that? Would she ever want to renounce her freedom for the dubious satisfaction of being with someone, and having to always do stuff with this someone?
Of course she was tempted, if only to see how it could be, but she did not forget that her parents had divorced, inflicting her pain she still felt sometimes. Her grandmother had told her to take her time, and that’s what she would do. She had to make sure she was picking the right one, and if she was to live with someone forever, a few months of waiting would not make a big difference in the end. Yet it could help her be sure about her decisions.
As always, it had been a good idea to go for a walk. Nature had a calming effect on her, and let her think more clearly.
To be continued next Thursday...