Stardust

3. Love ?

In today's philosophy class, the strange boy I met earlier come in just in time, he's so nonchalant. Fact, I hate it when people aren't assiduous. The question was "what is love ?". Our teacher, an old lady, seemed to be pretty bored, and wasn't even paying attention to the mess the pupils made. I scribbled few words, rose my hand, and started.
«Love, isn't a serious thing. It's all fun and games, until somebody fall in love. Love is just picking up someone, and using them to make time more interesting, and when you're bored, you just throw them away, as if they were nothing, because, indeed, we all are humans, drunk on the idea that love could heal our brokenness.» My voice wasn't scared. It was pretty clear, I declaimed this, as it was my biggest belief and my strongest pillar. But, as I sat down, I realized strangeboy was staring at me, as if there was something worth looking at, and he suddenly stood up and said back.
«What if love was, actually, the purest, deepest, bravest and most real feeling ever ?» I rolled my eyes. Was he this naive ? Everything isn't so poetic !
«We could change the world itself with what if, but suppositions aren't facts, and facts are the only things worth believing in !» I almost screamed, I wasn't angry, but surprised actually. For once, someone was trying to light up my dark mind.
«Love, he started back, is kisses in the rain, hugs under warm blankets and late and deep laughters» As I heard his words, my eyes started to fill with tears and my mind couldn't bear all this stupid beliefs.
«The world ain't all rainbows and sunshines ! -I shouted- Love isn't kisses in the rain and all this fairy dust ! Love is fears, tears and pain. But most of all, love is about healing, it's being there when madness and poison take your lover's sanity, it's holding him, no matter how low he gets, it's helping him getting up, growing, and becoming a better version of himself. This is what love truly is about»
He didn't say anything. But, somehow, I could feel it, he looked at me like boys look at all those pretty skinny dying girls from magazines. The whole class remained silent, they all surely were doing stupid teenage things. But, he smiled then, and he had the kind of smile it would be cruel not to kiss. I just lowered my head, once again. I have to be careful, I can't fall in love. Everything that fall always break.