Growing up

Anouk and me are trying hard to grow up. Or at least we think we should be trying hard.
Now that we are the eldest in the house, with the new students coming in. Now that our co-students have finished their studies and are looking for jobs.

Taking responsability, becoming 'realistic', leaving behind our silly girl's doubts and endless chatting about princes on white horses.

Within three weeks we both feel wrecked, tired, depressed. With pain in my shoulders trying to write application letters for jobs I don't even like. With a boyfriend that besides being a great friend.... well there is just no beside.
"Well, it might not be so exciting, but he is caring and it seems he is... responsible...and Dutch and it seems that it might have a future "
I hear her think "for once".
"And he is going to be a farmer, isn't that what you want?".

I decide to only send one of the application letters, for a job with the lowest salary, that I probably lack the technical knowledge for, but seems to be adventureous.
I give him the universal early break-up riddle "I think it might be better if we just stay friends".
And Anouk and me dance till dawn... becaus life ain't life, when lived without passion.


"If I can't dance, it's not my revolution".