Art and the philosophy of life


“How long have we known each other?”

“About twelve years, I guess.  Why?”

“That’s what I thought.  Since first grade, right?”

He nodded, and took a sip of his drink.

“We never really had a single fight, did we?”

“Just the one time, when we were designing a space ship and you wanted too many bookcases.”

“You can’t have too many bookcases.  I still stand by my decision,” she said, grinning at him.

“Other than that, I can’t think of any.  And you eventually agreed to take one of them away, so we could have a small kitchen.”

“Yes, we did need that.  You said, “We can’t eat the books.”  Which was true.”

“I think the aliens are making their move,” he said.

“Definitely.  They’re taking over the bodies of the republicans.”

“That too, but I think they’re showing themselves more often.”

“What do you think it means?”

“Maybe they’re waiting for the chaos to begin in earnest, so they can take over, or help us.  I’m not sure, but there are more of them than there are of us.”

“You always believed that,” she said, knowingly.  “I still think they’re all here to watch us commit mass suicide.”

“You might be right.  A lot of different species are here right now.”

“We’re not that important, in the scheme of things.  I think we’re just a bit interesting to watch at the moment.  You know barbaric and insane.”


“I can’t even imagine not being with you,” she said.  “What do you think that means?  Are we addicted to each other, or are we just a habit?”

“I think we’re in love and meant to be together.”

“I never thought about us like that,” she said.

“How could you not think about us like that?” he asked, staring at her.  “We’re never apart.”

“I never thought about that either.  I just expected us to be with each other.”

“When was the last time you went out with anyone but me?”

“Uh,” she mused, frowning, crossing her arms in front of her.  “Everyone is boring.”

“Exactly,” he said.  “In case you haven’t noticed, we don’t go out without with other people because we’re always together.  If I went out with someone again, I’d probably bring you along, so I’d have someone interesting to talk to.”

She laughed, and punched him in the shoulder.  “That would be hysterical.”

“Ow!” he said rubbing his arm.

“Oh, sorry.”

“I think this is what love might be.  Always being happy, always wanting to be with each other, not noticing there is a world around us, and this,” he said, leaning over for a kiss.

She fell toward him and sighed.  “I think you’re right.  I do love you.”

“I love you too,” he said, shoving her sideways.

She hit him with her book and they both spilled heir drinks.  “Do you think admitting that we love each other will change anything?”

“Maybe,” he said, thoughtfully.  “I mean things always change when friends become lovers.”

“So things will be even better?”

“Of course.”

“I gave you space for your music, on my bookcases in the spaceship, you know.”

“You did.  Not enough, but you made the effort.”

“You have a lot of music.”

“You have a lot of books.”

“Remember when…”

“Yes,” he said.  I do,”

“All I ever saw was you.”

“This all sounds so sappy.”

“I know right?  I thought love would be different.”

“I didn’t think about it at all,” he said.  “Then suddenly I knew I couldn’t live without you.”

“I just knew that I had to see you, and talk to you everyday.”

“Let’s get a place to live.”

“Off campus?”

He nodded, and took her hand.

“As long as there’s enough space for bookcases, I’m in.”

“We’ll always have enough space for bookcases.”

“And music,” she said.”

“Yes, and music.”

“I didn’t expect love to sneak up on me.”

“It didn’t.  It’s been right in front of you for a long time.”

She threw her arms around him and squeezed.  Then went walked into the bookstore and did rock, paper, scissors, to see whether they would go to the book section, or the music section first.


Comments on: "Love…" (5)

  1. And that’s how it should be 🙂

  2. No, she won’t tell me when it is. I’m not sure what to do exactly.

  3. Nice piece! I am in love! I’m touchy about the exact date of my BD because of all the data mining that goes on out here. So, ef em! I have never entered my BD on line!

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