18 February 2013
"It's very funny, being in love..."
She stared up at the stars with empty eyes. His shoulder melted into hers.
"I don't think so. I think it's living hell."
This he firmly believed. So many nights, he had looked to the stars as she was doing then, desperate for a sign, but the black sky stared blankly back at him with no hope. He had waited, he had made a fool of himself, thinking something so good could happen twice.
But here was this girl. So full of impossible, unimaginable hope. The past was nothing to her, the bright, exhilarating future was everything. The orgiastic thrill of the present excited her. She loved her life, and it loved her back.
In the depths of those darling brown eyes were streaks of grey. Her smile was sad and deeply understanding, it understood you as much you wanted to be understood. A tragic past took dim shape behind her...but no matter. The horizon drew closer and closer each day.
She drew her breath in and spoke into his ear with a sad brightness.
"I'll teach you. It's quite fun actually - being in love."
Oh Love • Opuss № I