#70

"you never feel that way?"
"i guess not. maybe i just don't understand you."
she turned a little half circle, leaned her back against the bridge. the wind, making ripples in the water below, turned its attention to her hair, blowing it in her face, making a crooked part on the back of her head.
"it's just that feeling of being unfulfilled, knowing that there's more out there."
"you need a boyfriend."
"actually," she paused, "i think it's the opposite. with a boyfriend it's like, he's your standby. there's always someone to go to the movies with, to hold your hand, he's obligated to be there when i'm freaking out over spilling pie all over the oven. i want somebody who's always going to be there, even though he doesn't have to be. but then, as soon as i find that person, they soon become obligated. do you see? there's really no way around it."
spearmint scent filled the air as he popped in a fresh piece of gum. "you're worried nobody really likes you." he creased the shiny wrapper back to its original shape. "nobody likes anybody all of the time."
"what about you?"
the wind caught his laugh. "i'm stuck with me."