It’s not that they were NOT in love. It’s just that the subject, as such, never really came up. It’s kind of loomed over them like a blissfully stupid cloud. The love cloud.
“Guaranteed to rain on your brain, ‘till you’re moaning with serotonin.”
Maybe what was happening was that they were in love with the idea of being in love. But that’s still love, right? Instead of loving each other, they loved an idea. An aspiration. A wish. The other person was, more or less, an afterthought. Somewhat expendable, or at the very least, interchangeable!!!
Of course, it was just a matter of time before the truth of each other, the hard fact of their unique selfness, their one-of-a-kind snow-flakiness, became unavoidable.
Saying goodbye in these circumstances is always very awkward.
“I just had your car towed”
“That’s okay. Those flip videos of us I said I erased, are now on the internet...”
“Guaranteed to rain on your brain, ‘till you’re moaning with serotonin.”
Maybe what was happening was that they were in love with the idea of being in love. But that’s still love, right? Instead of loving each other, they loved an idea. An aspiration. A wish. The other person was, more or less, an afterthought. Somewhat expendable, or at the very least, interchangeable!!!
Of course, it was just a matter of time before the truth of each other, the hard fact of their unique selfness, their one-of-a-kind snow-flakiness, became unavoidable.
Saying goodbye in these circumstances is always very awkward.
“I just had your car towed”
“That’s okay. Those flip videos of us I said I erased, are now on the internet...”
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