Most of the time, it’s tiring just being in the same room with him. Hearing him talk. Watching him moving around. Witnessing his eventful day. The misunderstanding also happens too frequent. Here and there. Funny to painful. Now they always manage to find a way to laugh it off or talk it out, but it was so frustrating for the two of them back then. It gave them a whole night or more of pondering what they’d said and done to each other. The misunderstanding was mostly fixed from the constant effort of each person never stop learning about the other. Back and forth. Understanding and forgiving. Now that they know each other better than the back of their own hands, the act of dropping ego happens naturally.
Just another small excerpt of my current work. The never-ending work. Gotta love the journey.
The more you know, the more you hesitate(?)
Knowing things, is it a step closer to be wise?
Or to be a man with even more doubts and questions?
Is ignorance truly bliss after all?
The title sounds like meme. I’m sorry.
The heavy feelings from earlier are still there, floating around the two of them. The young lady in the train, the young man on the platform. The young man awaits with puzzled look as the girl turns to him. Just a few seconds before the door slams shut.
“Aren’t you going to get a girlfriend like him?” she asks.
Taken aback from the question, his eyes wide awake. A short silence fills in as he thinks deep into her eyes in solemn stare.
“I don’t fall in love that easily,” he answers eventually, smiling in a way as if he’s laughing at none other but himself.
She nods to his answer and the door slams shut. They both stare at each other until the train starts to move, separating them yet again one possibility away.
I’m quoting this because it’s taken from my current work. I personally love this scene so I tried to translate it into English. Sounds meh, but why not?