Is it weird? … I’ll try to get my thoughts into words.
I loved someone 10 years ago, when we were still children. Silly isn’t it? Call it puppy love, call it first crush. But…
Right now, I don’t think I love them. Time apart does not always “make the heart grow fonder”. It just makes my feelings stranger – makes us strangers. But…
Every interaction now sparks something it me. Rekindles memories. Reminds me of the mutual trust we still have. Makes me happy and proud and dumb at the same time for realising that most others will never understand them like I do. After all, we’ve known each other for more than half our lives now, and I’m not exaggerating.
I ask myself if I’m being stupid.
We could literally sit together for hours without talking, and I’ll be okay with that.
They could literally talk for hours on a topic I never saw interest in, and I’ll happily listen.
We could literally misunderstand each other’s intentions because both of us thought we could read each other’s minds, and we’ll just laugh this rare mistake off.
They could literally talk to me again after a year of silence, and I’m fine with pretending we were just continuing our conversation from yesterday.
… I’m a fool. That’s the answer. They probably don’t care about me much anymore, but… why do I care so much? They give me nothing, but why am I so eager to give?
Loyalty. Respect. Adoration. Dedication. Friendship. I give them all.
But Love… not yet. Perhaps I’m not that foolish.