SITTING IN A QUIET CORNER OF A PLACE, AT A CERTAIN TIME ARE TWO WELL-SPOKEN, RANDOM PEOPLE, WITH ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES. QUITE FRANKLY, IN THE NICEST WAY POSSIBLE, WHO THEY ARE AND WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE ARE NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. ALL THAT MATTERS IS WHAT THEY ARE SAYING. WE ENTER, MID-CONVERSATION.
Him: You’re a contradiction, you know that right? How can you fall so easily in love, yet never trust anyone?
Her: People are beautiful, wondrous specimens of life but they are dangerous. Carnivorous plants pour a great palette of colours into their flesh, but you wouldn’t stick your finger in one. You love their beauty without giving them your trust, because they will hurt you but you’re inexplicably drawn to them, they’re a subject of interest to your curious mind.
Him: You think all people are monsters?
Her: I think everyone has the potential to be monstrous.
Him: so you could never truly love another person (PAUSE) a monster as you might say.
Her: quite the opposite, the more monstrous the person, the more likely I am to give my all to them.
Him: ah, another sufferer of the bad-boy-attraction syndrome.
Her: don’t be so cynical. I hold the belief that the worst of us need the most love. In fact, the more horrible a person you are, the more love you’re capable of.
Him: I can see your point with the former half of that statement, but the latter seems unreasonable, as much as you would like to believe it.
Her: think of it this way; love and hate are two separate things, they are very different emotions that evoke very different thoughts and actions. However, they both stem from one feeling: passion. Anyone who is capable of putting so much energy and time into anything so unimaginably horrendous or hurtful has a wealth of passion available to them, a wealth of passion that can spring into an incomprehensible harbour of love. The category they choose to hold their passion in is down to a numerous amount of possible life factors that I alone could not list.
Him: (FINISHES DRINK, THEN REACHES OVER AND TAKES THE REST OF HER DRINK)
Her: (PUZZLED) I wanted that, why would you do that?
Him: I figured you’ll have to invest more love in me, the worse I behave. I have a lot of passion to categorise by my understanding of things.
Her: (SMILES SLYLY).