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My opinion on love
I've always thought that love was overrated. Everyone is always talking about their boyfriends who they fell in love in 5 seconds since meeting them. I've never experienced that, because I think love is a CHOICE. It's not a coincidence or..
I sighed in frustration because I didn't know how to continue this article I had to write to my job. They assigned me the relationship advice section. How could they make me do it? I've even been in a serious relationship, if I don't count my dog. And my view on love is the same as in the article. Because I've never met anyone good enough to make me choose to fall in love with him.
"What are you writing there, grimface?"
I looked up from my computer and saw a young man flashing his teeth.
"Just this really bad article that I'm trying to finish, but it's a weird topic." I shook my head.
"What's the topic? Politics? Environment?" He laughed.
"No." I rolled my eyes. "It's a topic I hate from the bottom of my heart. Love."
"Why is it so hard to write? Never been in love?" He raised an eyebrow.
"I haven't actually. Why are we even having this conversation?" I started to get irritated.
"Maybe I can help you finish that. I'm an expert about all things love related."
"Doubt that, but sure, suit yourself." I said and turned my laptop his away. I watched as his eyes moved left to right and noticed, how his eyebrows furrowed.
"You think love is a choice?" He stared at me in disbelief.
"Yes, people can choose to fall in love. Love at first sight doesn't exist, it's a myth." I shrugged.
"And aren't you saying that only because you've never experienced it?"
"No, and stop with this interrogation. I don't have time for this." I grabbed my laptop and ignored him.
He just eyed me and went out of the café. I rolled my eyes and stared at the screen waiting for words to magically appear. But they didn't. I sighed once again and closed the laptop. I put all of my belongings in my bag and ordered one more coffee to go. Just as I walked out of the door I heard a voice behind me.
"Still no inspiration?"
I turned around and there he was again. His brown leather jacket matched with his dark brown hair and his eyes were so dark you couldn't even determine his eye color.
"Are you stalking me?
"Maybe." He laughed. "We could go out, you know? You seem like you don't get much time to do anything fun and I'm here to help."
"What's in it for you?" I eyed him suspiciously.
"A future friend? A possible love interest?" He wiggled his eyebrows.
"I don't even know you. You could be a murderer or rapist." I stated.
"You're not used to meeting new people, aren't you? Because this is how love works."
I weighed my options. I could go somewhere with this guy and possibly be murdered or I could go home, take an aspirin and watch the show Lucifer. Man, am I gonna regret this? DEFINITELY.
"Fine, but we'll go somewhere very public." I emphasized the word "very".
YOU ARE READING
Love is not a choice
RomanceSam Riley is a journalist who doesn't believe in love and she thinks it's a choice. But she is willing to find out the thrills of love life with a man she meets in a café. Can he change her mind?