Yellow Paint

Once what I thought

A short dialogue story. Three people ...one question.

-A girl and a boy she was dating are sitting in the living room with his mother.-

Boy-I'm going to the bathroom real quick, you stay here with my mom. I won't be long.

Girl-okay.

Mother- It's alright she's in good hands...-says the woman while pulling in a smoke from a Cigarette.-

-10 minutes have passed and the boy returns.-

Boy- um, I have to go ...my friend.. Has problem with his car and he wants me to help him. I'll be back soon to take you home.

Girl- but why don't you take me on your way to your friend?

Boy- I told you he needs my help and can't keep him waiting....-he says a little bit annoyed with the girl-.

Girl- okay, go...I'll wait here.

Boy- thanks, bye mom.

Mother- Bye son.

The boy leaves and the girl gets a little sad, you can see it in her eyes this wasn't what she hoped for.

Mother- Don't be sad little girl, you find better.

Girl- what do you mean, I'll find better?....

Mother- you'll find a real man, one who won't leave you with his mother to see another girl.

Girl- he didn't do that..he went to..

Mother- You really believe that? He's my son but just like his father worthless as a man who can't love a woman right! He just uses her and when he gets tired of her. Pff! He leaves her...said the lady puffing smoke out of her mouth.-

Girl- But I.....I love him.....

Mother- Maybe so...but he doesn't love...in fact he doesn't have to love you like you love him. But the problem is not that, is that he really couldn't care if you stayed or left. I would find another. What do you see in that boy? Why are you still here? Why haven't you walked out that door? There's better for you out there, specially for a young, beautiful and smart girl like you.

Girl- you talk about your son as if he's the most horrible human being in the world. But the matter of fact is that I truly am, the beast in this story. I knew what I was getting into, but I just wanted to feel something close to love again. I wanted that feeling that everyone always talks about..I would look for it...and every time I would look in the wrong places. So there was a moment where I gave up the search. And I changed, not how I act in front of people...but my mind doesn't think the way your son is thinking. He thinks I don't know about that other girl...the one he texts all the time...the one he prefers over me....I know more than what he thinks. You asked me why am I still here? Why haven't I left?....it's because your son, has given me the closest thing to love I have ever felt. And I want that feeling for so long, but I know his love is not real. It has been the closet thing I've gotten to it though..I want that feeling because its what I believe is happiness..I want that feeling to last, to stay. So I too, will stay....until the time your son decides he doesn't need me anymore. Cause that what fake love does...it uses you and when it gets bored of you. It leaves you.

Mother- but girl, if that's how you feel ...if that's what you see my son is doing to you...WHY aren't you doing the same?!.

Girl- Because unlike your son and all the other people in this world....I would never play with a person's heart. Because I have known too well, too many times that feeling. And I would never put myself in the position where I've broken someone so much, that they don't believe in love anymore. The only thing worse than being broken...is to break someone else.