In Love with Love
It starts where it ends; the two of them who used to be one faced each other in the dark. There was a young woman almost in her mid twenties and facing her, a little girl whose age appeared to be of an eight year old.
The two of them recognized each other and the little girl asked her older self "Did we die?"
The older one, whose mind could not believe her situation, looked around for clues on what had happened. The nothingness embraced the two, and the older one didn't remember how she ended up in that place. The little girl with a frightened face pulled the red long sleeve the young woman was wearing and asked once again "Did we die?"
"I do not know, I am not sure...who are you?" The 24 year old woman responded to the little girl who looked and sounded like herself.
"I am....I don't know, I don't remember my name...where are we? I do not know where we are, but..but are you me?"
"I don't remember my name either, but you do look like me...I guess we did die"
Both of them looking at each other with no knowledge of how they got there or what on earth happened, hold their hands as if they were siblings with watery eyes and confused as ever.
Who knows how much time it passed since and in this case it is irrelevant; for the ones who have reached eternity a minute might be a second or a year. They began to walk to an unknown path, with no destiny taking steps on an invisible road. The little girl were curious and wanted to ask so many questions to her older self. She also could not keep her dark brown eyes from the tall figure next to her. She look very different from what she imagined herself to be in the future, her older self didn't have her black hair, or the same hairstyle, she was not as pretty as what she would have expected her to be, her older self wore glasses, and did not wear heels or a beautiful dress. Instead, the woman wore a normal shirt, with some jeans and black flat shoes, her short messy orange and reddish hair was a different color from her black eyebrows made her seem somehow manly.
On the other side, the young woman felt the girl’s warm hand and began to remember vaguely some of her childhood memories. The girl walking next to her was indeed herself from the past, she felt it and saw her as how she remembered herself to be. The little girl had the short black hair that she dislike a lot at that age because it made her feel like a boy, the white shirt with blue pants that didn't match those pink and white tenni shoes. Both of them were a walking mirror to each other, in the real world they could have been mistaken as siblings, cousins, maybe as daughter and mother.
The silence was too much for the young one and began questioning her older reflection.
"Are you really me? How come you look like this and not how we were supposed to be? We hate this short hair and these shirts and jeans...how come you don't look pretty and girly?"
Giggling a little, the older woman said "I am sorry, but it is not convenient to wear a dress and heels when you are on your day off..." a piece of memory came to her as she said those words "Yeah, I wasn't working that day" The little girl excited jumped in front of her looking up to meet her eyes on the other girl "Do you remember now, what happened to us? Remember our name?"
"I woke up, on my bed there was my laptop on as usual...my books...I can't remember more" The girl with little disappointing sighed and pointed out a light on the road "HEY!! let’s go over there" she ran towards a light spot but her older self stop her "Not so fast, we don't know what could be there" in her mind, she thought of death and her fear of not been able to go back. The little girl turned around to her and yelled "WE ARE ALREADY DEAD!! let’s just go" grabbing the woman's hand she pulled her towards the light and in a moment they reached it; only to find a place full of flowers almost like a garden but an ending to this one could not be seen.
The woman sat on the beautiful green grass that look as lively and perfect as if coming from a movie. The young woman with red hair let her young self wonder around. The sun warmed her soul and after stretching her arm as to reach the sun with her left hand, she noticed the little girl came back holding a red rose. "Here, for you" the girl with black short hair gave the rose to her older self and thus, the older one began to cry.
"Why are you crying old me? it is just a rose, bet you got many...dozens of roses and flowers from so many secret admirers and men who wanted to go out with you"
Thinking her words would make everything better in fact worsen the situation, and the little girl had a bad feeling about it. "Did we not receive many flowers? Well, perhaps tons of presents, didn't we? I bet many guys gave us rings in order for us to be their girlfriend, right?"
Her older self cried louder and whip many tears inconsolably, trying to stop crying and breathing in between she told and apologize to her younger self "I am really, really sorry but you are the first one to have ever given me a red rose" Trying to clean her tears and shame, the young woman with her long sleeves placed her covered hands on her eyes. Leaving the red rose on her lap and with a breaking heart the young girl also cried a little and hugged her older self.
"We never received expensive presents like you wish, my lovely 8 year old self...We never received any Valentine's present either. We have never been on a date nor has anyone invited us or asked us on one"
Both of them were just there, the older one sitting down and the younger one embracing her for a moment of eternity.
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