Story idea
Jun. 11th, 2004 08:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
taratemimaReally short. Really fast.
She keeps telling me love doesn't exist. We are walking on the Longfellow Bridge, determined to finish all the way to the Student Center. We tell ourselves that it is for exercise when somewhere there is the hope we will be skinnier.
"It only exists when you are young and caught up in the feeling. One day it feels great and you are enjoying the sex, and then the love of your life finds something better. Forget it all."
I glance at the Charles River and then I see her look away. There is a man on in-line skates going the other way. He is pale and wiry, with his long red hair in a pony tail. He is wearing an MIT t-shirt and tight shorts.
I look at him and nod. She just keeps on staring as he skates away. I decide to say nothing. That traitor hope still lives.
She keeps telling me love doesn't exist. We are walking on the Longfellow Bridge, determined to finish all the way to the Student Center. We tell ourselves that it is for exercise when somewhere there is the hope we will be skinnier.
"It only exists when you are young and caught up in the feeling. One day it feels great and you are enjoying the sex, and then the love of your life finds something better. Forget it all."
I glance at the Charles River and then I see her look away. There is a man on in-line skates going the other way. He is pale and wiry, with his long red hair in a pony tail. He is wearing an MIT t-shirt and tight shorts.
I look at him and nod. She just keeps on staring as he skates away. I decide to say nothing. That traitor hope still lives.
