A short story about love

“I love you,” he said.
“I love you, too,” she replied.
“Do you really?”
“Of course I do.”
“Good.”
“Why ‘good’?”
“Because if you didn’t, none of this would make sense.”
“Yeah. Our lives would probably be very different.”
“If we weren’t together, we’d definitely be far away from this God-forsaken city.”
“I would be in New York, studying writing and literature. You?”
“Germany. I always loved Germany. I could study business and IT.”
“I wouldn’t be a slave to my job.”
“I wouldn’t have to do the fucking dishes every day.”
“You think I would’ve been making money as a critic or writer already?”
“Sure! And maybe I’d have my own business by now.”
“Would we be happy?”
“I don’t know. I guess so.”
“More than we are today?”
“I don’t know. How happy are we?”
“I don’t know. Moderately happy, maybe?”
“Maybe. Are we even moderately happy?”
“Well… Happy enough to stay together?”
“Is it worth staying together just to be happy enough?”
“I don’t know. Damn love. Ruining people’s lives. People who could be extremely happy, instead of happy enough.”
“Yeah. Fuck love!”
“But, do you really love me?”
“I don’t know what to think anymore…”
“Neither do I.”
“We should probably decide.”
“I don’t think I love you.”
“I don’t love you either.”

They sat drinking their wine, staring at the skies, celebrating their one year marriage anniversary.
At their last sip, the wine bottle was empty. So were they.

2 thoughts on “A short story about love

  1. It’s so very odd how one can be happy, feel attractive and desirable at one moment, then you meet HER and feelings you haven’t felt in years return once again. The type of young woman that you’ve always been attracted to but have never dated has entered your world. Ultimately, the breakup changes you yet again…

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    • We change every day. Other people change us. Ultimately, though, we are the ones who decide how much we should change and for how long. In relationships this also holds true, but sometimes the friendship, the love, the caring, the attraction that we feel in relationships all push us to accept more changes than we wish.

      I think that is part of the beauty of connecting with others. You never know which way it’s going to go, but either way you’ll come out a different person. And experience always counts, right?

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