She was oblivious. She never understood what love felt like. She got tired of not knowing what love was, so she went to the closest person to her.
Him. She called out to him.
"Shinguji? What is love?" She asked him, chin in the palm of her hand on a sunny day. Specifically, Monday.
"Love is a feeling you receive when you want to be with somebody for the rest of your life." He replied.
"Is that all?" She asked.
"No."
