Love Must Survive to Keep us Alive
“I cannot do that my sweet darling,” said she lying on the left side of the bed still naked.
“Why?” asked a voice, no one heard but her.
“Because…because…I don’t think I have a right to that to you!” replied she.
“Then do it for me if you cannot do it to me!” said the little voice.
“I cannot!” whispered she.
“Then don’t say that you have no right to do that to me, say that I have no right to do that to you!
Don’t lie!” exclaimed the little sperm.
“I do not lie! What the fuck do you think you will be doing here when you come?” asked she, holding the wetcondom in the air.
“What the fuck are you doing there without me?” asked the little sperm.
“Who the hell are you talking to?” asked he, as he walked into the bedroom half naked.
“Nobody!” replied she quietly.
“Yes you were…you were talking to someone!” exclaimed he with a paranoid face.
She looked at him, read his thoughts and found no way of explaining herself to him. In fact she was tired of doing that. She was tired of narrowing her mind for the sake of their love. Maybe it was the time for her to accept the fact that, they had never intellectually matched. Maybe it was the time for her to be true to herself. How long am I going to narrow down my imagination for him, she asked herself in her silent and deep stare.
“Are you…are you really?” asked he painfully.
“Yes!” said she and sat up on the bed completely naked.
“I don’t want to know about him! Just dress up and go!” exclaimed he.
“You might regret!” replied she and laughed.
“No!I won’t!” said he and put his black shirt on.
“Here!!” exclaimed she and threw the condom filled with his sperms at him.
“What are you doing?” shouted he.
“That is who I was talking to!”replied she.
He looked at her with confusion. “My sperms!” asked he with riddled eyes.
“No, your rebellious sperm!” replied she and stood up.
“You were talking to my sperms?” asked he. No he did not believe: “That is a good try but since when sperms are able to talk?” asked he and laughed unhappily. He put his jeans on, sprayed some perfume and walked out of the room.
His little light brown puppy followed him, murmuring something in her own language.
“You cannot run away from me, I will be in every condom you will ever see and touch!” said the little sperm.
“What the fuuuuuuccck!” she screamed standing in the middle of the bedroom of her boyfriend Jack.
Jack rushed into the room with short of breath.
“What was that for fuck’s sake?” asked he and stared at her beautiful body. He was no longer himself again. He walked toward her, he began touching her face with his right hand while the left stroked her soft and sexy back.
“What was so good about him?” whispered he, hiding revenge and anger in his voice. He killed all her enthusiasm, desire, love she had for him, for their relationship, for life with that tone. And he was still blind to her sensitive nature through which she could detect and sense tiny little differences in him and in everything around her. It was even more painful for her to tell him about all that; she expected him to be sensitive enough to see real her. She questioned sincerity of his love many times but she was not right.
“Why do you want to have a kid?” asked she, her hand on his chest.
“I want to be a father!” replied he with a masculine and irresistibly sexual smile on his face. She held his hand and took him to bed. She lay and he sat up on the side of the bed.
“Is this the only reason darling?” asked she.
“Yes, what other reasons are you looking for?” asked he coldly.
“No, I just want to make sure that we do things for the right reasons, that is all!” replied she softly.
“Really, what was the right reason why you loved me …what was the reason you have recently discovered to be not so right and began talking to another guy in my bed!” shouted he and stood up. His puppy began barking out loud. She walked around him and begged for love.
“Calm down, there isn’t anyone! And…and…there is no right or wrong reason why I am with you!” replied she and covered herself.
“Then stop asking me why I want to be a father!” shouted he, holding his puppy.
“What if your child asks you one day…what if the world disappoints your child and he asks you that…will you be able to say that you wanted to be father?” asked she and rolled out of the bed.
“You are just so a piece of art that depresses me when I touch!” shouted he and stormed out.
“Then why do you love me?” asked she and walked toward him.She stood on top of the stairs, he stopped on the middle of the stairs, looking angry. He looked at her for a few moments and asked:
“Actually, I want to know that,too!” said he quietly.
“I think I know why…I know why you love me…and I will help you with that…just go and wait for me in the living room,” said she and walked back into his bedroom. She slammed the door.
“It is not him you are trying to convince, is it?” asked the little sperm sarcastically.
“Shut up you!” shouted she and put her little skirt on.
“I will find you wherever you go, whoever you decide to be with,” whispered the little sperm.
“You have no idea what kind of hell you are running into?” replied she as she put white silk top on. He was standing behind the door and listening to her, dying to know who she was really talking to.
“Let me help you!” exclaimed he as he opened the door and stood there , eager to catch her on the phone with someone. She looked at him, puzzled and scared.
“With what?” whispered she. He remained quiet. She picked up her bag, began digging it.
“Here it is,” said she and gave him a piece of paper.
“What is this?” he asked and looked at the paper, he began reading it. She stood by him for a few second and walked into the bathroom. She put her pink lipstick on her lips. He walked up to the bathroom and stood by the door. He stared at the mirror where she looked and stared at him.
“Do you still love me?” asked she.
He remained quiet; a tear began rolling down on her right cheek.
And the little sperm then understood her.It decided to die.
“Love, love, love, love, love…” whispered the little sperm before it ended its life.
Jack looked back at his bed where the condom was, he looked back at her.
“Love must survive!” said he and hugged her.
And she smiled.