Kebab Philosophy

“Tell me, what’s it like being in love?”

We were having lunch on a tranquil street while watching a man feed pigeons. She paused to think, her eyes glistening with peace.

“It’s like… having this really good friend, whom you can see everyday, and when you do, the happiness is so much greater. And there’s less rage and anger at the world in general.”

“Really?” I raised an eyebrow. “It’s been so long since I’ve felt any romantic feelings for someone. I treat my lovers like I treat my food: I pick a little bit here and a little bit there, so I never get bored.”

We were obviously foxes in two different conditions; she had been tamed, and I hadn’t.

~ by immclovin on January 22, 2009.