Jaumear

X: don’t hurt me. That’s what she said while we were making love… or just having a fuck, I don’t know, while we were sarcastically emulating the act of procreation with a condom in between. And there I was, inside her, moving my hips gently. I won’t hurt you. That I answered and I added: never. It’s a confusing word “never”. Did it mean no anal sex?
Y: that’s banal.
X: sorry if I’m looking for shelter in irony.
Y: it is not ironic, it’s pathetic. ¿You love her?
X: how can I know. No! I don’t know. No, goddammit, must I love her in only two weeks?
Y: who obliges you?
X: what?
Y: you said: must I love. ¿Do you really MUST love her?
X: no. That’s silly. I’m just saying if she didn’t want me to hurt her, ¿why leave?
Y: it sounds like a reason to me.
X: truth is it really sounds like one.
Y: so?
X: so nothing. I just think it’s coward.
Y: we all are.
X: not all. Don’t generalize.
Y: true.
X: I don’t know. Did she leave because she didn’t want me to hurt her?
Y: …
X: right. You don’t have an answer. It’s not fair.
Y: it is for her.
X: and that has to be enough for me?
Y: what if not?
X: if not…
Y: she is gone. Period.
X: I would have never hurt her.
Y: you don’t know.
X: nobody knows. That’s the fun thing about future, it’s unpredictable.
Y: she din’t find it that fun.
X: banal.
Y: you are right. Sorry.
X: if just because we are scared we stop doing things, stop feeling, living after all. What do we have left?
Y: safety.
X: the hell with safety! Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Y: you can only remember winners stories. A lot are left behind in the way.
X: and they regret have ventured?
Y: probably.
X: probably?!
Y: yes, didn’t you ever tormented yourself for making a bad choice?
X: I guess.
Y: you guess or you are sure?
X: …
Y: all right.
X: if we do nothing because of fear we could be losing something really good.
Y: better than the peace of loneliness?
X: yes, dammit, yes. A lot better. Something that gets your heart to beat. That makes you wake up every morning.
Y: you just need an alarm clock for that.
X: you are an ass.
Y: and you are a romantic. Each one has his own burden.
X: ok, so now what?
Y: you just keep going.
X: what if I can’t do it?
Y: oh, come on. Two weeks ago you existed without her.
X: it stinks.
Y: get used to it.
X: what if I don’t want to?
Y: then maybe you still have a chance.
X: to what?
Y: to live.

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