GIRLFRIENDS

Actually, I don’t even know if I remember how it feels to be in love. Have I ever been in love? I remember excitement, my mind focused on someone, unable to handle any other thought of use. What is that hyperbolically intense feeling I sometimes encourage myself to remember? The friend sitting on the opposite seat looked at her attempting to provide a smile, while considering the cancelation of the next round, probably not that close to being done, let alone be served. The venue was packed; not one more barfly could fit inside. Yet, they both felt there was only them as they always did when they sat by the corner of that bar, which had seen them grow closer together. Unfolding the world’s mysteries one sip at a time. Reassuring each other through the game of adulthood. Two young girls at heart, looking into each other’s eyes with the silent affirmation, indeed my dearest, we have, nevertheless, made it this far. 

Girlfriends. Short-story from “12 o’clock-tales” (The red table & A scared black cat, book adventure)