Fiction.doc

The young man sat at in front of his laptop and paused for a moment. Slowly, he scrolled his mouse and opened the Journals folder.

Scanning through the various documents and project ideas, he found the one he had been looking for. MiscRant.doc

He clicked on it twice and started typing once it opened.

Just for the record, I hate being in love. I hate how I literally stop in my everyday to think of you. To let thoughts of you run through my mind, like scenes from a flickering black and white montage. A beautiful shot of you walking in the rain with drops of water stuck in your hair and my hand wiping them away gently. That look in your face as the train doors shut and we're pulled away from each other. Holding hands in the darkened cinema, making love in the dimmed room later.

He lifted his mug and sipped from some coffee.

But above all, I hate how I humble myself, almost abase myself, before you. How I become incredibly considerate and place you before myself. How I become incapable of functioning through my day without a call from you, or even a simple, goddamn text message. How I wonder if you've eaten, and if you have, what it was and whether or not you had enough sleep last night.

Love renders me-

Enough. That was enough. Whatever it was, the moment had passed and he had let out what had been disturbing him the past couple of days.

He saved and closed the document. He wasn't sure if he'd ever use it in any of his projects, but then again, he never knew.

Just then, an email came through and he got back to work.