Short stories

Four - Who to love

I was asked recently about what kind of people I love. When asked, I couldn't give a straight answer. There were so many possibilities, so many combinations of beauty, how could anyone ever choose just one? What could I even say to that question? Pretty people? Kind people? Or should I have already had someone in mind? Regardless, as alsways when I am put in an uncomfortable situation, I changed the subject. And as always here I am at 3 am, once again overthinking a question to which i could have answered "hot".

If I had to choose what kind of person I would love, I would choose to love a person who fell in loge with everyone. A person who looks at one cute smile and swoons, feels their friend wrap their arms around them a little tighter and laughs. A person that could listen to you talk for hours, as every word that comes from your lips seems like music formed from gardens of flowers of different meanings. A person who could find nothing more gorgeous than the eyes of anyone around them sparkling with emotion. Happiness, sadness, rage, annoyance, excitement, despair. Each and everyone of them more lovely than the last. And my dear love loving unconditionally as they find beauty in each one.

Perhaps I can describe it as "a person who finds the world beautiful". Perhaps they would see the leaves falling in autumn and blush, look up at a sky that's just too blue and it would make them cry, maybe they would find the lake water touching the tips of their toes worthy of squeeling for.

I'm probably reading too much into a simple question, but as I look over my inner most thoughts in words, and notice my graphite stained fingers, all I can think of is how nice it would be to love someone who loves. Surely they can never receive as much love as they have to give. Maybe they would only love me as much as they love the rest of existence, and that would be fine. Because even if only a little, how sweet it would be to love someone, who already loves you.