When the internet browser does not shut down properly, it will ask you when you re-open it - would you like to "restore" everything again to before it crashed? Yes, please. I would like my own Groundhog Day - I even know which day I would choose, and I could just live it again and again and again, without fatigue.
Maybe you will tell me - that is hardly the point of life. It isn't, I agree. Imagine knowing you could be mean to someone and it would only matter for a few hours and everything is forgotten again. A fact that was not supposed to exist, except it does, in your memory. You will grow old while everyone stays the same. Or maybe more precisely, they are unable to move on, stuck in this parody of life with you.
But this is my terrible wish. My beautiful dreamt of Groundhog Day. Where you were so happy. Where we were so happy. It would appear to be such an ordinary day to anyone else really --- but it had all the people I love, being happy. Where I could tell you I love you, and hear it back.
It would be like having my favourite song on repeat.
And, I know, I know, that there will be a point, when the melody has bred into my soul, the rhythm into my bones, the words into my words, and I will tell the Groundhog, "Thank you, but no more please."
Maybe, you will even ask me - but what if Groundhog Day replays the worst day of your life - every single day? Well, what if I tell you that on some days that's what it already feels like?
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