He's a guy that doesn't even know the meaning of the word "love."
She's a girl who's scared to know what the meaning of the word "love" is.
Add them together, and you might just get not a "love" story.
...
It's been only three hours and I'm about to scream. I'm literally going crazy just by staying on this plane so how am I going to continue this for another six hours? I'm almost done reading my book which, to be honest, is a Harry Potter novel. I'm reading the first book of the Harry Potter series, which to be honest, I've read more than ten times. But seriously, I'm getting bored.
Sighing I close my book, putting it in my bag I take out my headphones, to listen to some music. As I put on my headphones I turn the volume on high, staring out of the window since I got the window seat. I thought I almost had to fight with someone for the window seat but luckily I got paired to sit with two nice old women. At least I'm having a bit of luck.
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Continuing to stare out the window I take a few pictures of the view with my phone, remembering to send them to Lila when I arrive in Paris. As I'm about to take a few more I feel something, or shall I say someone tapping my shoulder. Turning I see the nice old lady smiling at me, causing me to take off my headphones so I can hear her better.
"I'm so sorry, I must've put the volume too loud," I say with a smile.
"Oh, that's alright dear. I just wanted to ask you a question if you don't mind."
"Not at all," I tell her with a shrug.
"Wonderful! I just wanted to ask you who's the lucky guy?" Confusion takes over my face as I hear those words.
"Lucky guy?" I ask her.
"The ring darling," she says as she points at the ring on my left hand. Wait a minute... the ring?
The ring?! Holy crap, I still have the ring on?! Staring at the ring on my finger shocks me as to how I didn't give it back to Carter when I broke up with him! I kept the damn thing?! And Lila never even told me!
"Um..."
"I mean it is a beautiful ring. Must be expensive as well. The boy who bought you that must sure love you." I nod at the lady, continuing to stare at the ring like it's going to disappear anytime soon. But seriously though, I kept the ring?!
"Um..."
"Ah, young love is extremely beautiful, don't you think Margaret?" The lady says to her friend.
"Of course! I remember when I had my first boyfriend at the age of sixteen and how wonderful that time was. And then I broke his heart, which he did deserve it, Mary." Not even concentrating on their conversation I continue to stare at the ring.
"Tell me, my dear, are you guys married?" I shake my head, stuttering a "no" to them.
"Oh? Then are you both dating?" Her friend Margaret says. Shaking my head yet again, I stutter a "no" to them.
"What?!" They both yell out.
"Well I mean it's complicated!"
"Darling, love is always meant to be complicating. That is why people fall in love in the first place." Raising an eyebrow at the old women I'm confused as to what she means by that.
"People fall in love so that life can get more complicating for them?" They both laugh, shaking their heads at me.
"Yes and no. Life will always be complicated, yet it will turn out fun when you have that someone to make it less complicating." What?...
"Um... okay?"
"Listen, darling, whoever gave you that ring loves you, and will keep that love for you forever."
"Well not really forever because they'll die someday," Margaret says.
"Margaret!"
"What? I'm just telling her the truth, Mary!" Laughing at them, they both remind me of Lila and me, just wondering if that's what we'll turn out in about fifty years or so. Watching them still continue to argue, I sigh, putting on my headphones yet again, and letting my playlist hit me with songs. In a minute the song "Big Girls Don't Cry" by Fergie starts to play, my chest felt heavy and tight as the song plays.
♪♪And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket, but I've got to get a move on with my life. It's time to be a big girl now, and big girls don't cry♪♪
Those exact words repeat in my head, these lyrics exactly understand what I'm feeling right now at the moment with Carter and this whole moving to Paris situation. It sucks, yet sadly, it's time to be a big girl now.
