Happily Ever After

It had all begun with one simple question.

"Do you even know what love is? "

The question was thrown at her out of nowhere. She was an innocent 15 year old at that time, pestering her older sister Haley to play with her. Her sister, a moody 18 year old, had been moping around in the room all day long. Later she found out from someone that the reason for her sister's tears was a guy. A guy whom she had been in relationship for the past whole year. A guy who had suddenly decided that he didn't love her anymore.

"Dii, why are you getting so upset about a boy? It's okay if he doesn't love you anymore. Feelings change. His did. But I still love you na ", Hanna innocently comforted her sister

"Do you even know what love is?"

She was slightly abashed at the way her sister shouted at her between sobs. However, she recovered soon enough to share her ten year old words of wisdom.

"Of course I do. It's what I feel for you. It's what Mom and Dad feel for us. Love is a feeling."

Her sister lifted her head to look at her. It was a strange intense look, which almost made her to back a bit nervously. The bitterness in her eyes was replaced by pain.

"Love is a feeling? See that is where you are wrong. You don't know anything about love."

Hanna, now an 18 year old girl, never thought about that conversation with her sister ever again. It was buried away amongst the millions of other long lost childhood memories. She had always felt that her sister had merely shouted out something in her depressed state. People fall in love all the time. Love is a feeling. She was not wrong. Her mind was made up.

Until she laid her eyes on him for the first time.

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They were a wrong fit right from the start. She was a simple, happy-go-lucky person. She didn't expect much from life. Her priorities were set straight. Her family came first, before everyone and everything else. She was content in the company of a few selective friends. She was reasonably normal. He, on the other, was chaos to her carefully ordered world.

He had got those kind of looks, which almost challenged her not to fall for him. His  brown eyes were like a magnet, pulling her a little bit closer every second. His voice was a pure soothing melody, the kind of song you wanted to play on the radio over and over again. But that wasn't what drew her to him. She was drawn to him because of the empty, lifeless look in his eyes. Because of the forceful upward turn of his lips which was mistaken as a smile. Because of the worry lines on his forehead which lingered even during the brightest of his laughs. Because his agonized face resembled a line from a sad poetry, too damaged for even paper to handle. She was drawn to him because he was broken and she was a person who was confident about fixing people.

The moment she realized she was falling for him, a warning light shone brightly in her mind. She was made aware that this was the kind of love which would destroy her to the very core of her existence. But she acknowledged the warning and chose to ignore it. She knew that there would be no one to fix her but she still chose to risk it. She knew she would crumble and collapse in an irreparable way but she chose to break herself.

And that very moment made her realize that her sister had been right all along. Love isn't and had never been about feelings. Love, just like everything else in the world, is a choice.

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"You should stay."