Wrong Person, Write Love.

Prose 042

"Do you still care for me?"

I stared at him when he suddenly asked me. I don't know what to say. I mean, it's not that I'm unsure of my feelings for him, but I just had a feeling of where this conversation is leading to."Hmm." I nodded and smiled reassuringly. I noticed his shoulders relax a bit, but mine was still tensed because I knew that there's more to that question.

"I love you too," he told me. I pursed my lips. "Can you be my girlfriend?"

I didn't answer right away. I only looked at him the way I always did every time he asked me the same question, but I guess anything I would say would never satisfy him.

It's confusing and frustrating, I admit. Even I sometimes find it unreasonable and illogical, but love is unfathomable, right? More so humans' mind.

I took a deep breath and stared at the moon before us. It's so beautiful, but somehow it makes me feel sad.

"There are some people who can love but are hesitant to receive it," I spoke without looking at him. He didn't answer to that, but I can feel his gaze on me.

"Don't get me wrong. It's not because their hearts are already full of it, but it's because they're wary of accepting and treasuring something they'd only lose in the end.

They're the type who are mindful of those whom they'd let in their heart, for they knew that they will only crave for their presence someday.

They will always give you the love that you deserve, but will suddenly act indifferent when you start treating them the same way.

They're always approaching- making you feel like there's nowhere else you could go to but towards them, yet they'll take a step back once you start moving closer.

Some people are like that; they'll make you their muse but will refuse to be the lone subject of your affection."

I looked at him and smiled a bit. "They'd look at you as if you're the most precious thing in the world, but would still be afraid to hold your hand."

"Only a few would understand, perhaps, only those who actually loved someone like them. You'll know when you meet them. They will hurt and disappoint you, but... that doesn't mean that they love you any less. Sometimes, it's because they love you more that's why they find it harder to just let you go even if they're afraid."

I sighed. "I don't even know if that makes sense, but do you get what I mean?"

He looked at me with a smile that didn't even reach his eyes.

"Yeah, very much."

- Aries Writes