She doesn't seem like the type who's ever fallen in love, and yes, there is a type of people who have fallen in love before.
You recognize the trait in their speech and walk, it's like an inaudible lisp or a limp that is barely detectable; with each step they take, their heart goes, "ouch."
Let's get back to the woman I'm telling you about. We used to meet twice a week.
Now, I don't know much about her. I can't tell you her name because I don't think I'm allowed to.
I know that I can tell you that she carries the name of a lovely bird,
endemic in a world of twisted philosophies of dead men like Socrates and Epicurus and Aristotle...
She believes in them more than she believes in God Himself.
I'm also not very sure of this piece of information; I'm making it up. She has never revealed her true opinion of God, but she did speak of him in the most beautiful ways in which one can understand God.
I also know that she doesn't believe in monogamy, or in love for that matter.
The woman who carries the name of a bird--single--believes that anyone could fill the place of a lover and we would still feel the same. A friend can just as well perform the same practices of a lover, and we would still feel the same.
Love is a gruesome act of selfishness.
If your house catches fire, you know that the person you love will always be there to offer you accommodation.
Love is not the fear of being lonely. Love is the fear of being alone.
She believes that there is no difference in taste between a scoop of chocolate ice cream and any other flavor and that we are but fools for taste, forever slaves to our favorite flavor of ice cream.
Yes, you may think that this woman leads a rather bland life. Her wardrobe lacks colour, her spirit lacks thrill.
But when she shares an intimate secret with a stranger, a secret that leaves you absolutely dumbfounded. Just because you'd never expect it of her...
You'd never expect it of her misery.
She turns the lights off...
And she dances...
Without music.
