She didn’t like dolls or Barbies. They weren’t as cool as those remote control cars that her brother had. So she asked her parents for one. They gave her a bright pink car. She hated it. The next day her parents found her playing with her brother’s blue one instead. Plus, he seemed happy with her pink one.
They touched. They stood by each other. Words brought them closer even with different genres. They knew that their home was temporary. An interesting looking species would come and tenderly run fingers over them. And then they were adopted. “Where did they go?” The waiting books wondered.
Misery was desire. Hope was the creator of hopelessness. “Take it one day at a time,” she trained herself. But sometimes too much happened in a day. And then there were the times when too little happened. “I guess it’s about taking in every moment,” she concluded.
She felt more than others. It got her into trouble most of the time. She thought about saving the world. Feeling helpless wasn’t her thing. Sleepless nights were normal. When they told her to narrow her focus, she knew she was in the wrong place.
They didn’t like each other most of the time. In fact, she’d describe their relationship as Crazily Intense Love. Outsiders wished they’d stay away from each other and counted the hours between each nasty, loud conversation. They wondered how love could turn into this, as they questioned the principles of the current generation. Inside their apartment, the couple wondered if their script and acting were good enough for the upcoming drama festival.