I enjoyed that everything is an illusion, especially love. It’s painfully ephemeral. Nothing is solid, forever.
Yes, that’s true—but how do you know this? How does someone as young as you know this?
I guess I’ve just always thought as much, especially with something like love, something as sensitive as love. No one ever really knows anything, do they?
I wonder, what’s happened to you in your life this far that’s made you feel this way? Most people your age think love is the only definitive answer.
Maybe I’m disillusioned. Or just in love.
Well, then I admire you, you graduated early.
Perhaps. Shall we move on?