A Love Story.

He was weird with his phone again all yesterday. He’d been driving her crazy with it all week. He just gets stoned and plays video games all day, every day. She felt like a ghost in the room. Sitting on the laptop, bored as hell, hoping to be noticed. He came and sat by her or touched her from time to time, but it was still kind of like he was doing that to appease her more than being actually interested in her. His mind is elsewhere.

In the afternoon she decided to run next door to get some coffee. He asked her to get some food too. She lingered a little at the door, getting her shoes and coat on. She saw him look back at her, and it seemed “off”. Like he was checking over his shoulder to see if she was still there. She paused for another minute as he looked back to his game. What the hell was that? Then she noticed his phone was now pulled out from where it had been charging on the floor just minutes ago, before she’d gotten up. “Figures,” she thought.

She walked out and noticed the nip in the air. Fall is coming and the grey skies that come with it fit her mood well these days. She pulled out a cigarette. She felt herself take a drag and noticed that it felt angry. She pondered to herself if she didn’t like smoking lately because she channels her anger through it- strange as that idea seemed. She needed a fucking release. She sucks it in and it feels like poison, and she likes that. It’s this numbness she has, it makes her want to feel something. Even a bad something is still something. Her numbness, the anger beneath it; It makes her feel like doing something bad to herself. Her stupid, unnoticed self. “God, that’s creepy, right?” Her mind resounds the dialogue to no one. That darkness in her is troublesome. She probably should be more worried about it than she is. She shrugs to herself and flicks the ash before taking another drag.

That cigarette made her feel sick. But it bought her some alone time. Time before she has to go back in that apartment and feel lonely again. Funny- lonelier than being out there by herself. When she’s out there alone, at least she doesn’t have to feel unwanted. She looks down at her phone, void of texts. She finds herself wishing that there was anyone out there thinking of her. Wishing there was anyone to keep her from thinking about whoever is on the other end of his phone. She shoots a text to the one mostly likely to respond, and heads back in.

He wonders what took her so long, but he has a feeling. He feels a pang of anger. He can’t look at her when she sits back down. His suspicion is confirmed a little while later when he hears her phone go off, as she reaches to check her messages. “Figures,” he thinks, watching out of the corner of his eye. He turns to his friend. “Hey man, you want another hit?”

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3 thoughts on “A Love Story.

  1. aria

    I think what this story is telling us- is that whenever you are in a quiet room with your deeply connected, yet semi-deeply disconnected with your signifigant other…the disconnection that you feel you are feeling alone- you actually are not. While you’re think “what bitch could he be texting”, hes thinking “Did she go secretly meet up with some dude?” And now both of you, who are supposed to be in full love (which includes trust) with each other, are sitting there in silence and suspicion, thinking the worst situation about each other. When all he did was text his guy friend to come hit thd joint he just lit. And all she did was take her time releasing stress. I think this is to help us understand how SERIOUSLY IMPORTANT communication is in a relationship.

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  2. aria

    I typed that too fast and now it doesnt make sense. Lol. So okay, if you are feeling like you are secretly being betrayed by your spouse, or signifigant other, and youre keeping that to yourself… Then you are also keeping a secret from them… You cannot just think or assume the worst from the person you are in love with, and are supposed to trust, and keep it quiet. If you have an issue, or concern, it needs to be brought up immediatley in a calm, mature way, so no one feels like they are having fingers pointed at them, or being accused of something they did not do. So while the couple in the story, bask in their suspicion for the other person, they are only feeding that anger, or jealousy, instead of resolving it. And in the end, he just had one of his buddies come by, and she just needed a minute to herself. If they had better communication- they would not have been so jumpy, and curious when the others one phone went off.

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