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Monday, May 12, 2003

Think of these things

"Are you jealous of me?"

Suddenly but not so unexpectedly a Field Mice song pops up in my head, how can I reply without saying 'I'm jealous of those who see you more than I do'? How can I say it?

"Not of who I am... Are you jealous when I'm seeing girls and stuff..."

I know very well what he means and he knows I know, and he also knows the answer because this is not the first time I translate the song into greek, badly, because these things are hard to say. And they get harder the more you mean them.

He sulks.

I try to understand why and I try to say 'so think of these things as an indication of how much you do mean to me' but he doesn't get it and I don't get it, either.

You'd think we'd spent the rest of the night being sad but we buy icecream and walk to the almost empty, brightly lit by orange lights park where we find a ball on the grass. We start kicking it to each other and running around among the trees. It's a bit strange to play football with a sad Field Mice song stuck in your head but I've got a big grin accross my face and I can't stop giggling.

"Maybe I don't need anything but to play football with you every now and then"

He smiles.

Posted by Dimitra Daisy