Warning: This is no good and merely exercising its right to existence
Love Story
The roar of the subway drowned out the music in his ears as the train rolled from the station.
The music went, the thoughts came.
His imagination had been his best friend and a dangerous fiend ever since he realized he had fallen in love with Michelle.
Michelle ma belle returned as the subway came to a halt at another station, and he frowned and smiled at the same time as he noticed the coincidence. How funny his face must look right now, with the little smile and the knitted brow over it. Life seemed to consist entirely of Michelle-related coincidences.
He didn’t have any friends he could pour out his fluttering heart to, just as any self-respecting tough guy wouldn’t.
Still, he found himself constantly muttering under his breath, describing his brand-new feelings to some non-existent, patient, interested vis-à-vis.
No use listening to the Beatles, they're all full of coincidences and hints in the lyrics.
When he tried to write something as he had done before from time to time, writing mainly fantasy-style about great green dragons and pointlessly dying tough guys he discovered his vocabulary seemed to have warmly welcomed in its midst the words “secret”, “longing”, “smile”, “dreams”, “wish”, and, to his utter and depressing amazement, “tender”. They seemed to prosper and multiply there, because they were practically all he could think of when he bit his lip, looking at the ceiling, pen hovering over the half-full scribbled paper, searching for a word.
The words he was searching for when he wasn’t writing were words to impress Michelle.
He also noticed that all the girls his tough guys were slaying dragons for were called Maria or Miranda or Martina, preferably abbreviated as “M”.
So he stopped writing.
He noticed that every lesson held in a classroom in which he wasn’t seated somewhere from where Michelle’s tender profile was clearly visible he regarded as a waste of time.
He stopped going to school for a while.
When he bumped into her in the park where he was strolling around, skipping a whole day of school, he lost the ability to speak for five whole minutes.
They walked together through the town, stopping to kiss at every second streetlight and every third corner.
The merry month of May found them entwined in each other’s embrace at the river at night, beside the great oak tree in the park where everything had started, under the bridge at the outskirts of town, at her place, at his place.
She listened to The Beatles and shook her head happily at all the coincidences and hints in the lyrics. She wished it would never end.
He wrote again,
finishing a fifty-page story about heroes and towers and dragons on June 1st. The guy was a proper tough guy, going around killing savage beasts, slashing red-hot dragons, swinging his sword for the love of a beautiful girl enslaved by an evil sorcerer. The name of the girl in the story was Linda. Of the two hundred thousand words a hundred thousand were “tender” and “wonderful”.
He forgot even to show his story to Michelle, he remembered. Ever since the new girl, Lucy, joined his class, he forgot a lot of things.
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds began to play as the subway stopped, one station closer to the school, one minute closer to seeing her face, and he smiled and frowned as he noticed the coincidence.