"Can I ask you something and you give me your honest to god answer?"
"Sure." She smiled at me as she took another sip of her soda.
"What caused you not to believe in love and stuff like that?" When I asked her Evangeline tapped her finger on the table and looked down at it, thinking back on the answer.
"I guess it's because, in this day in society,love is a word that gets tossed around loosely and is often treated as a word as simple as "cat" or "dog" it's like the word lost it's real meaning a long time ago and now what we have is a definition we learned all wrong."
"Okay, okay." I said scratching my head for a moment. "But what if the word just evolved into more than on definition? I mean, you love your mother, but not in a romantic way."
"Well of course. I love my mother, I love my dog, I love watching the sun set in the summer and watching it rise when it's winter time on new years, but you see, 'love' is just not a word that you can take so lightly you know? What I mean is that if you told me that you loved me and you could totally mean that you love me as a friend, but I could have taken it the wrong way and thought that you were 'in love' with me. Even with that we say we love people and things but we never really show it. It's like just saying it has become enough, but I don't think that could ever be enough for me."
Staring back at her across the table I noticed something I hadn't see before. Her eyes were brow with this small hint of green in them, she had hazel eyes. Dark beautiful hazel eyes.
"So, Drew." She cleared her throat, "Tell me about yourself."
"Like what?" I shrugged.
Evangeline smiled and just said, "Anything, everything. I just wanna listen to you talk for a second."
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September met January on a rainy day in May.
Teen FictionDrew was an antisocial piano player who never fit in. Evangeline, was a violinist song writer who needed a new muse. Drew was hopeful and always believed in the impossible. Evangeline was skeptical and more of a realists. Drew believed in love at f...
