ANTI-LOVE

Philia

do you think that breakup hurts you the most, what if I say that it is nothing compared to what I am going through? a few hours ago, I am so
excited. it is the best evening of my life and look after a few hours where I am. sitting in the club, holding a glass.

alcohol doesn't make you brave it makes you weak, and I am already weak.

by the way, I am apollo, a loser, an introvert, and a lover. I love a girl to whom I proposed a few hours ago. I booked a luxurious place.
I booked twenty dancers, I hate dance but she loves it. I bought a diamond ring. everything was perfect, but she said, "NO!".

a "NO" can ruin your evening and money too. I will never forget this night.

I am not sad or crying, but why are my eyes watering? daphne why do you do this to me? I love you more than anyone, why you broke my fucking heart.

while I am cursing and questioning myself. I felt two eyes on me. maybe she is a psycho killer or a rapist (do women rape?)
I thought I am high, but a sip of beer can make you high, I doubt. so, I face her and ask-

"do I know you?"

"breakup?" she questioned.

a question for a question, is she drunk?

"nope! I proposed to a girl and she rejected."

"nice. my boyfriend is cheating on me with my best friend."

now what i am suppose to say?

"nice. I guess."

she releases her hair from the rubber band and question

"you think it is nice, how?"

now I am a little bit scared, but I am drunk so, I can say anything. apollo use your 'FREEDOM OF SPEECH' I say this to myself and replied

"Because for your boyfriend and your best friend, you become a matchmaker so, you should proud of this and secondly, by this, you  finally able to see their true color."

silence, although the music was so loud in our back, still I can read her expression. she was thinking about my words.
but wait I am drunk.

"you are right. it's time to joy, not morn and what are you drinkings?"

"beer!" I replied.

she makes her face awkward and replies,

"bruh! you are men and men don't drink beer."

"so what do they drink?" I question.

she looks at the bartender and orders

"ten shots please!"

shots! note, I never consume alcohol and secondly, I never consume alcohol with strangers. but, I guess it's time to break some rules. so hell yeah. we drink five shots each and then order four more. she is super wild. she is super crazy. she is the main character.

she runs towards the dance floor, holding my hand. I can't say no to her, although I hate dancing. we dance like crazy. whether the song is perfect (Ed Shiren)
or levitating (Dua Lipa). we dance and dance and dance. dancing is beautiful but, not more than her.

P.S. I am drunk so, do not judge.

the sudden she starts crying. maybe the memories flash in her eyes, my theories. so just to give her emotional support I hold her tightly. and she hugs me back.
I start crying too. men do cry you, psychopath.

I think I will never forget this night for the rest of my life.

"what's your name?" I ask her holding in my hand on the dance floor.

"Kyrene," she replies through my arms.

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Philia is characterized by intimacy, knowing, and soul-to-soul bonds. It’s encouraging, kind, and authentic; the stuff from which great friendship is made, regardless of whether it's with a platonic best friend or a romantic partner. This love is also based in good will, or wanting what’s best for the other person. Philia is a connection akin to that of soulmates; it’s one part destiny, another part choice.