"I'm happy you aren't home" said I for which
she said "you've no clue how jealous am I that
you're home" - we exchanged smiles, the other
having the same exact thing the other longed for
a silent moment just passed, thinking, a sigh each.
"Annie's song, makes me wow every time" said she,
"every time" she exclaimed. "Ah yes!" said I, "where
the song peaks at the storm in the desert and then slowly
falls melodically at the sleepy blue ocean, my knees go
weak every single time" I said. "Oh not to forget - let me
always be with you and the flute that follows - always,
leaves me with weak knees, always! and it's always for that perfect love,
not the real thing - Some utopian concept -
it fits that way only" she said. "We only complicate things -
may be we only have the unreal picture, without knowing much -
a picture of something, always being better than what is
- so anything at all would never satisfy us - then we get the idea of
something utopian. it is hard to define labels such - love, perfect,
utopian and the like" said I. and I paused.
"may be" she said "actually when you really are in the peak of being in
love you do feel like that. i think it's just the obsessive state!"
she paused for breath. "I honestly do not understand the state one
is or should be in when one claims to be in 'love'" said I.
"Like I said, it is the obsessive state, when you can only think of
that person. the rest of the time you continue being together
is mostly inertia, you promised to be together and so you keep that promise"
she tried to explain.
"so the individuals in love tell each other that 'see, I do think of you all the time
when we are not together' or some such? how do they know that 'love' is
happening between them?" asked I, honestly confused. "when you are in love
nothing, I mean nothing more than thinking about each other does happen"
said she and stopped.
"I do not understand, but well, let it be" said I and smiled.
"don't think so much" said she "if you believe you are in love, you are.
it is like happiness - you are if you think so" she said, when I felt like it
kind of made some sense.
"you honestly do have your way with words - cliche as they may sound
you use them perfectly at the perfect time, like they way they should make
sense - like the way you used that very cliche sounding bit about happiness!"
said I in an appreciative tone. "I like that compliment, you inspire me!" said she
and we put the discussion to rest
and continued to talk about fried sweets and movies and then
said one goodbye each and
promised to talk about things soon.
