Son Amour

It was him and his words. And all his sweet actions.

That made her fall for him. And made every girl too.

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A little girl once asked her if she has ever been in love. She looked at her and told her that she has, and it was the bravest thing she has ever done.

She tends to think of love as some sort of magic as shown in stupid romantic novels and that the moon would give her the answer. She keeps looking for love and try to keep herself in this illusion that she’s in love. Who could blame her for her addiction of love? Love is a very beautiful thing, don't you think?

And when it comes to love, he’s the best she knows.

She can’t stop picturing his beautiful personality in her head, along with his imperfection. She loves his smile and would like to be the reason for it. She wants to help him with his problems and even willing to wake up the whole night just to hear his story.

She feels dull when she can’t see him. She wants to celebrate each and every moment with him. He is the first person that comes to her mind when she has a moment of success. When she’s having a bad day, a call or text from him makes her forget all her miseries.

He becomes her habit, one day without talking to him feels as if something missing from her life. The thought of losing him makes her life empty already because she feels more secure in his presence. He makes her feel complete.

But how does she know that it really is love?

No one can answer this question though. They say, it would be like explaining to her when she’s hungry, no one better than her can tell. But she’s not sure either if it’s love or just an obsession.

She thinks about him all the time and he’s always on her top priorities, she doesn’t think he feels that same way as her. A friend told her, ‘to have someone’s constant attention directed at you, who makes you number one priority at all times is extremely exhausting.’ And she’s afraid that he’ll be tired of her.

They say, ‘you’ll never get tired of someone you love.’ But she tried not to be clingy, to play it off cool most of the time because there’s no assurance that he won’t be tired of her.

There’s a time when he pushes her away and acts distantly, and she’s just sitting there, waiting for him to come back to the way he is, waiting for him to initiate communication.

She loves him so much, not even his anger could make her care less.

Maybe it was love all along, because everything: poets, songs, couples on the street, reminds her of him. It was never her decision, to be in love with him, and it came without warning.

∞

When love is concerned, too much is not even enough.

-Pierre Beaumarchais

Dedicated to the boy I love