March of Spring ( Elite Series#1)

The march of spring, and I met him. I was so naive and ignorant about things that they called love. I have family who trusted me and friends who value me, and I didn't ask for more. I am content with this life.

Until my friend told me about romantic love. I never experience that. I meet a lot of people, but they don't give me the spark of the unknown that they call love. Feelings that give butterflies. I just leave them, and that is a cruel of me until I meet someone who is exactly like me.

Totoo ba talagang may katulad sa atin? Like a reflection of you? Is it hard to deal with the same attitude as you? Or is he the male version of me? Because what I saw is different. Feels like he is from the suffering, while I know nothing about it. Feelings are just too foreign for me. He gives me the spark, the butterflies, the tingles, and the electricity. Curiosity hits me. I want to know him more. I want him to teach me how those feelings exist, why I feel them toward him, and what love really is.

Yet the longer I know him, the more cruel the love is described. Can I demand it from him when he gave me silence? He shows love interest, but he pulls away when the slightest hint of feeling shows.

The only thing that came to my mind is to ask, "Does he really like me, or does he just like the idea that I like him?"