"Life sucks" she said in her drunken haze.
"You think?". He was laying on the disarrayed bedspred starring with closed eyes at the yellow ceiling.
The music from the hall was gradually getting louder, yet still she couldn't tell which song was playing. She had drunk enough for that night although she was feeling only slightly dizzy.
"You know what I've realized? Only thing that's worth it is to love someone and to feel like you are loved. And you are indeed lucky because you have a girl out there that loves you." Those were her words, among other things she mumbled without giving much matter to what they were, she only was aware of the fact that those words where coming out of her mouth.
" Do you think she even realizes that though?". Now his eyes were open and in fact starring at the yellow ceiling in a thoughtfull gaze.
" Does it really matter that much? I mean, is it really that important to be loved back? Is it not enough that you are IN LOVE ?
I miss being in love. "
"There is someone out there that is ready to love you, you know."
"Is there?". She laughed at the naivety of this somewhat cliché sentence.
As if the music had silenced and as if nothing was stirring they both sat there, in the same room but lost in different thoughts. The unkindness of loneliness that was, combined with the torment of an inglorious love.
erin k. 2011