On love or the lack of it

"I love you", he says. It sounds natural, unrehearsed, almost like he means it. She won't know the difference... Or will she? Does she see it in his eyes, in his smile, the way his lips move as he say this? 

He thinks he sees it in her eyes. That brief momentary flash of doubt... but this time it seems to linger a little longer, almost uncomfortably so. Her smile betrays her words. "I love you too", she says.

He remembers something his friend once said ... "there's just the moment, the now and nothing else matters". You can analyze your life over and over, rethinking, pondering, what would you do different if you could, what would you change if you could... and would that change 'the now'? Aren't you better off just living 'in the now'? Maybe your life isn't perfect, but that shouldn't stop you from enjoying it, should it? But that's harder said than done.

He thinks back to when they first met. Was it love at first sight? He doesn't think so. He has always had his doubts. A woman flashes in his mind... red lips, red dress. Remembrance slowly washes over him ...  ... Aah ... the bar ... last night ...  He quickly shakes the thought out of his mind. But he loved her before ... didn't he? Was it all a lie? And what now... should he continue smiling, saying words he no longer truly means, acting out this part that he has so expertly been playing for the last few years. Or should he throw it all away, in search of true love. He smiles ... he thought he had already found true love ... "what makes me think next time will be any different?", he wonders. He waves goodbye from the car.

Until tomorrow.