“Hmm…you think so?”
“Yes… actually I do! He can’t just forget she made it possible… she created a miracle for him and that is not just something you forget overnight. It doesn’t have to be true love, but that’s not the idea anyway.”
A moment of silence… before saying anything else, the girl with big brown eyes looked at the blue, red, violet sky. It was a beautiful summer sunset. The temperature was perfect. Everything around her was perfect. The music on the boat, the landscape, the dance between the blue waves and the sunshine, the lovers around her and their entire mood. They were watching that beautiful sunset and holding hands, celebrating in silence their love, or any other kind of connection which brought them in that place, on that boat, in that evening.
It was magical.
Her mind was quiet. Couldn’t really agree with her friend, but she couldn’t disagree either. It was like understanding why some things happen in the way they do, didn’t even really matter. Not then. Not there. And one thing was for sure: nothing of what was happening could have changed what she felt. She didn’t need explanations or excuses. Things were the way they were, it was not like she could have changed anything, but for one reason all she felt in that moment was that love has indeed its magical, wonderful power and she has nothing else to do than to surrender to it. For the first time in her life, even if she didn’t see any purpose at all, she just accepted the truth of her heart and she didn’t feel the need to fight that feeling anymore.
She looked at her friend and then again at a very young woman and a very rich, older guy sitting on the deck of the boat. He was opening a bottle of champagne and in that beautiful sunset light you could have seen the fine ring mark left on his ring finger of his left hand. He was wearing black swim shorts and some (probably) very expensive sun glasses. In his mouth, somewhere in the left corner of his not so sensual lips, he was holding a cigar. His body was not really an athletic body and he was not really a tall, attractive man. Bald and with a tiny ass, for the young lady he was trying to mesmerize that evening with his romantic moves and tricks, that didn’t seem like an important detail. She was definitely enjoying the moment. She was a very young woman with a fresh body, blue eyes and long blond hair. He was smiling at his prey in a “I am the king of the world, babe” kind of way and like some love birds who seemed lost in something which seemed to be their first escape and their first love scene, they were enjoying this romantic moment.
“Guilty love or not, everybody practices a kind of love. There are some, like these two who just need the romance, the illusion of love and not the daily shit he probably had the chance to live with his not so long time ago ex wife. They nourish each other’s body and taste the fruit of passion and they completely ignore the hunger of their soul, but there is no time or way to feel that in a place like this one. There are others who are extremely pragmatical and they choose a less romantic, but comfortable, functional relationship instead. Those are probably now, somewhere in a trip at the mountain, together with their extremely annoying kids pretending that they are happy and life is beautiful. She might look at his fat belly while he would prepare the grill, but thinking in the same time at all the things she has to do once they will be back home: the mess they left behind and that huge mountain of dirty clothes she would need to wash. During this time, he would probably enjoy his cold beer and his steak, doing his best to ignore all the noise made by his kids and pretending he is alone with his best friends, enjoying a boys night out, but that would not change the fact that in a very ordinary way, they actually practice a form of love too. A “let’s raise kids, get a credit, buy a small apartment, pay bills and be miserable together” type of love, but hey… who are we to judge if that’s ok or not? It definitely works for them, so nobody should speak against it.
There is a reason why women bring children on this planet and not men. They are capable of sacrifice and unconditional love. Men have their limits when it comes to love. They are extremely basic and they are very happy just like that. Whether we accept it or not, that’s how it is”
“What about you? What about what you feel? What are you going to do about it?”
The girl with big brown eyes looked at her friend… she was sometimes surprised by her naivety and somehow innocence and that made her smile. She looked again at the red, orange sky and she said:
“Me? (smiling… short moment of silence and smiling)… I would not worry about me, my dear… I have a little man inside of me!”