Written in an Italian airport, penned on the back of his boarding pass.

The characters are essential in this one. I guess the characters are always
essential, but in this scene especially. However, as that sentence begins to set in, I am beginning to second-guess its importance. I’d like the chance to simply revise my initial statement…The SETTING is essential in this one – particularly, when talking about the comedic aspect of this dreary and sad scene. I guess I’m just rambling on about a bit of nothing, because you have no idea what scene I’m talking about, and as such there is no possible way you could have any idea of the sadness I’m referring to. Without muttering on any longer, now seems like the perfect time to introduce this gloomy scene to you.

There are two characters.  A man & a woman…young, restless souls at the
pinnacle of their youth. However, sadness has taken over their love. Well, at least for the girl. The boy is oblivious to the sadness and turmoil that plagues her. In fact, he is blind to the fact that he is causing the sadness, but as they sit together in a Mexican food restaurant during the early hours of the morning, nachos consume his every thought. While she pours her heart out to him, the crunches of the tortilla chips drown out the sobs and cries of the girl. The thick, melted cheese hogs his attention as she yearns for a look, a glance, a smile to let her know that he cares – to let her know that she has not wasted her time, energy, and love on an immature & cold boy. She searches his face for anything, just to show her that he cares more about her than the guacamole and black beans atop his delicious nacho dish. She is in love with this boy, and he loves her, too, but he does not show it in the way she would like. Perhaps, she has unreachable expectations, or perhaps, the emotions are too real for the boy, and he’s scared, so he shuns them. However, the most likely reason is that his chicken nachos topped with salsa, grilled onions, lettuce, fresh cilantro, tomatoes, black beans, mounds of melted cheese, and more grilled chicken make his mouth water more than her love ever could.

This story is undoubtedly sad. A girl expressing her love to a boy, as he blocks
out the emotions and focuses on the nachos at hand. Yet, in spite of this sad aspect, it is not the saddest part of this early morning story. The saddest part is reading it on an empty stomach, because as my conclusion is moments away, inching forward you’ve probably forgotten all about the poor girl, and the nachos have consumed your every thought. You are no better than the boy.