Believe
Me: “I don’t believe in love”, I told him defiantly as I looked at his bemused expression, slightly hidden behind his glasses.
Him: “Why not?”
I thought about it for a moment.
I wasn’t exactly sure. Why didn’t I?
Me: “I guess I realize that love isn’t what it was cracked up to be. I mean, it isn’t like the magical breathtaking kind of love that are always depicted in movies and films. It just isn’t like that. It’s…reality.”
Him: “But.. it doesn’t matter if it’s its worth it in the end. It’s knowing that it happened, and being glad that it did. That for a moment, you were able to share the same path with someone. It’s also knowing that you care about someone, and that person cares for you back. That feeling is irreplaceable. That’s what I call love”.
Me: “I guess, I never felt that crazy, butterflies-in-my-stomach feeling that I expected to feel, y’know?”
Him: “Maybe you just haven’t found the right one. I’m sure there will be someone out there that makes you feel that sense of excitement that you’re looking for”
Me: “But aren’t you afraid of being hurt?”
Him: “No.” He answered with certainty.
Me: “Why not?”
Him: “Because I know that whatever happens, it is worth it”, he offered.
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