Rapid Days Behind the Bars of Life

Chapter 9

I started driving in the same circle we were driving in last time, just to be nostalgic and dramatic.

"Dude, cut the shit and take me somewhere." She said after realizing what I was doing.

I laughed and said, "Alright mi lady where would you like this carriage to arrive upon?"

She cracked up then said, "Again, dude cut the shit, and I don't know take me to your favorite place or something."

"I must indeed say, that your request is rather cliche."

She looked at me with an expression that read: "Really?"

"Oh come on, just play along, It'll be fun," I said

She sighed as if to say 'fine' and then said, " Well how so dear one?"

I looked over at her for a quick 10 seconds and then said, " Your request is that of the ones that are made in romance movies and my dear, life is not a movie."

"I shall admit, you do make a good point however, ever thought of the possible fact that I do want to be knowledgable on your favorite place."

"Now, I shall admit that you as well make a good point which is why we have arrived at my favorite place."

"Oh wow, I thought you denied me this privilege." She said with a huge smile on her face.

" Evidently my dear, I have not." 

I got out of the car, walked over to her side and opened the door for her.

"Why thank you, you are such a gentleman, I shall tell father about you." She said and did a courtesy.

That made me crack up, which made her crack up. I like that we can make each other laugh.

" You were right, that was fun. So where are we?"

"We are in an abandoned graffiti ridden railroad."

"Wow."

"That's all I get? A wow? C'mon, cut the shit what do you really think?"

"Hey now don't you go stealing my phrase, I'll only let you use it with me."

"Yea, yea okay sure. Now tell me what you really think of this."

"To be completely honest, it's a beautiful dump."

"Beautiful and dump don't go together, it's either one or the other," I said patting her shoulder.

"No, in this case they do go together. It's not one or the other. It's a dump because it's old, rusty, there's litter pilled up in one corner but it's still beautiful because it's old, rusty, vintage, the graffiti is everywhere on the walls. Each person that put up their own design on these walls had a reason, they felt something while putting it up, it meant something to them."

"Wow, I guess I can see how it's a beautiful dump."

"Have you ever put up any design?"

"Yea but I was under the influence of marijuana when I did so it meant nothing to me and it's probably all covered up with other graffiti by now."

"That even makes this place more beautiful because there are layers of designs, and for the amount of time that your design was up there, while it meant nothing to you, someone else may have seen it and it meant everything to them."

I was speechless, I didn't know what to say to her after that heartfelt explanation of my favorite place. It was pointless now to explain why it is my favorite place because now it's my favorite place because of her heart.

That's why immediately after, I kissed her. She didn't pull back.

I kissed her like her lips were limitless, like that was all that was left in the earth to do and as I kissed her, it felt like she was the ocean and I didn't mind that I was drowning.