Love
I'm thankful that she never pressed me for more about my earlier answer. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable by revealing what was really on my mind.
"Since we're in the topic, what do you think about love?" She asked.
Why do I feel like she's the type of person who enjoys probing into someone else's love life?
Kumunot ang noo nya nang bigla akong matawa.
What am I even thinking? All of this is just a product of my imagination. Why am I giving her a personality when she's merely an illusion I created?
I sighed, shaking off the absurdity of my thoughts.
"They say love is beautiful and everyone deserves to experience it," I told her.
I noticed her eyes sparkle with curiosity as she leaned in, clearly eager to hear what I had to say next.
"You see, I'm a reader." I continued, watching her nod in response without interrupting me.
"The descriptions of being in love that I've read in stories-the heart-thumping sensation, the overwhelming desire to be by someone's side-I don't think I've ever experienced that," I confessed.
Even though I once claimed to have liked someone back in high school, I never truly felt that heart-thumping excitement, and I don't think I'll ever experience it.
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