Love and Hate
Sun, Nov 15, 2009
She gently kissed the back of his palm that wrapped around her.
Her back rested on his chest.
“It feels nice to just lie here watching the clouds flow by.
Hear the birds sing.
Having your arms around me.
You like it too right?”
“I love it. That's why I bring you here.”
She let go of his arms and faced him.
“Here you go again. This is the thing I don't like about you!”
He held her by the shoulders and pulled her chin up, “What thing? Me, bringing you here?”
“No. You loving and hating things. Its always the extremes with you.
You I either love a thing or you hate it.
You say 'I love it' to so many things that I don't even know what you really like anymore.”
“Come on! I don't say that about everything!”
“Okay, hanging out with my girlfriends?”
“Alright, I hate it. They are so loud and woo-hoo-ish. Any one would hate them.”
“Pick Floyd?”
“What else can you do but love 'em? The whole world loves them!”
“Confessions of a teenage drama queen?”
“Oh. You cant hold me on that. That has to be the crappiest movie ever made.”
“Godfather then?”
“Give me choice at least. Its a masterpiece. Its a movie! So what if I love it?”
“Our neighbors? Their dog? Your boss? The Oprah show?”
“Alright so I hate a lot of things. Most employed men who like some privacy hate those things.”
“That's not the point am making. You have nothing else to say but 'I love it' and 'I hate it' about everything in life.”
“What do you want me to do, learn more adjectives? Learn better English?”
“I just want you to express more. I want to know how you feel. What you feel inside!
You may really like or dislike something. But you can't just love and hate so many things.”
“Look at me. You don't have to hear the words I say to know exactly how I feel.
I may love and hate many things, but what I feel inside, what I really love… and I mean what I really really love, is you. As long as you know that, nothing else should matter.”
She hugged him tight, as her eyes turned wet. “I love you too. Am sorry for getting all crazy on you.”
He caressed her hair and said, “Now you really mean you love me or just really really like me?”
She punched him on the chest and laughed, “Don't push it!”
Tags: Flash Fiction, Love, Romance
She's got a point there. Made me introspect, this one. I have a tendency to do that a lot… live and express myself in extremes, .ie.
I wonder…
Err, that was me.
I do that too.
I realize I use “love” and “hate” much more often than I should.
A conversation I had with a friend who pointed it out to me is what sparked this post.
Ha ha ha! Such a good read! And so real! Great job! I could completely feel her emotion and his lack of it.
I was sceptical about this one. Am glad you could feel a connection.
Thanks a lot!
Maybe he should try writing poems for her. That way he could express himself fully. Girls want everything elaborated!
Its hard to find girls who appreciate poetry these days.
What can I say? I loved it.
Words are important. I can see her point. To distinguish among the vast subtleties of emotion and human reactions is to get at the root of what makes us tick. That said, to know we're loved goes deeper than words. And he showed that here, in every gesture and look. Those silent exchanges are the proof of real love. Words become mere and happy playthings, then.
I really liked what you explored here, Aniket. It was a playful, but also tender, scene, with lovely details intertwined with the dialogue. You made me smile, and sigh.
I just love to use the word love. It has such a ring to it.
I’ve been writing too many mushy posts lately. Funny, I can’t think anything gory these days.
Somethings really wrong with me.
May be its because: Christmas is all around me, and so the feeling grows….
What can I say? I loved it.
Words are important. I can see her point. They allow us to distinguish among the vast subtleties of human emotion and reactions. They scrape at the core of who we are. As a writer, I wouldn't be much without 'em. But I think what this vignette really demonstrated was how ineffective they can be at showing our love. It is in his every look and gesture that he's demonstrating his love for her. With that knowledge tucked inside, words can slide all around the extremes like the happy playthings they are. Love is something felt, not something recited.
I really liked what you explored here, Aniket. It was a playful, but also tender, scene, interspersed with many lovely details. I smiled, and sighed.
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That was a lovely piece of work from you Aniket… I have missed your post so much in last months… Good one… i have seen few ppl who do behave literally like this…sometimes its difficult to judge them properly
Thanks… Its difficult to judge anyone as it is… some of my closest friends today are the ones I used to detest at one point when I didn’t knew them well.
If one looks closely almost everyone has a bright side to them. Almost everyone.
hahaha.. this post is a total deja-vu for me..except i m the one with the "extremes"..thanks aniket! =)
ur post made my day …
Glad to have company. People have been pointing out that am the only one with the problem.
And your comment made mine…
I think I read in one of my personality books that idealist types tend to speak in extremes. And that it drives other types crazy. Can't imagine why…
Seriously. If I had access to meet you, I would have so loved to have sessions with you.
I used to thing psychologists are boring, but you’ve sooo changed my mind.
This one really hit me. My husband tells me I do the same thing — say I love or hate things when what I mean is that I really like or dislike something. I think with me it's a cultural thing or else just that I always seem to feel deeply. I DO love or hate things! I can't help it!
It's good to read someone else's take on this!
I’m just glad to know there are more people out there that feel like me. And very good people at that.
I was led to believe its a bad thing. I think not.
that was cute… but guys are just like that (most).. have problems with expressing how they feel exactly. Drives the girls mad.
Don’t know what you’re talking about!
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