Love Trials

CHAPTER 45-DEBATING

*My house*

"How shall we do this"-I inquired, not having any idea on what do about this project.

There are really things that are confusing.

I sigh inwardly knowing that we still don't know how to start our project.

"What's your definition of love?"-he suddenly asks out of the blue. I stare at him trying to find a hint of sillyness or anything but i saw none-instead i saw beautiful eyes staring right back at me.

Those eyes. It makes my heart melt. The intensity of his stare just makes my heart beat faster than it should. I shouldn't feel this way, I should be used to it by now. We have been dating in a long time already, I don't even remeber what he makes me feel..

Until now.

I realized that I was deep in thought again, and is spacing out while having a conversation to someone. Harold to be exact. My boyrfriend.

Ugh! I so love the sound of that.

The next thing I knew I was brought in my own thoughts when I hear a very unwelcoming sound .

"Sweet mother of-" I yelped in surprise causing me to fall from the couch I was currently sitting. "-Harold!"

I stood up from the floor when i saw him immerging from the kitchen.

"Yes dear?"- He says way too innocently for his own good.

I spektically raise one of my eyebrows at him and raised my finger to point him "You.Are.Unbelievable"

"Aww I know, you don't have to point it up anymore"-he says sweetly and he fluttered his eyes attempting to look cute.

Well he did. But i won't tell him that. So instead, I just rolled my eyes and smiled.

I placed myself on the coach again and looked at Harold motioning him to sit beside me. He obliged and smiled warmly.

"So where were we?"-I ask.

"What is love?"-he asked me again.

"Why do you want to know?"-I fired him another question ignoring his question.

"Because..."

"Because what?-I questioned.

"Because we are going to be making a project about love, so we have to have our own definition of love."-he stated proudly.

I rolled my eyes and shrugged "Fair enough"

Then there's silence.

Nothing but silence.

"What is love Harold?"-I ask him out of curiousity.

"Love is happiness. It is the reason why a lot of people are happy."-he answered in all seriousness.

"Love is not only filled with happiness its also filled with pain and hardships"-I argued.

"True. But in the end we get happy because of that word-that feeling."-he argued back.

"Give me one person who is still happily in love while in pain"-I challenged.

"Me"-he answered his voice merely a whisper.

I trun to look at him taken a back at what he said.

I was not expecting that.

"Yes Fari. I am hurting, because of my sickness. Yes Fari, you are my happiness, you are like a giant ball of joy that is so contagious. And finally yes Fari, I am still happily in love with you"-he says.