one dark blue night, all of a sudden, he asked her, "why do you love me?"
he couldn't think of any reason why she would love someone like him. she looked up at him, baffled. she couldn't think of any way to explain why he made her heart tingle. she mulled over it, trying to match words to feeling. but every phrase caught in her throat because it seemed so petty and just-not-enough. "i don't know...i can't really explain it", she replied after a much too long pause. both of them went to sleep a little disappointed, one for wanting too much and the other for not wanting enough.
the next day, he woke up to find her gone. he looked for her everywhere, but she was determined not to be found. sad and ashamed, she had left everything behind to go look for a way to explain her infinite love for him. sad and ashamed, he believed she had left because he was not enough. but because love stories never end badly, he took it as a sign to turn his life around, and be the best person she could ever love, should she ever return.
many moons later, he came home to find her back at the desk in front of the window. as she smiled at him, he asked her again, "do you now know why you love me?" this time, she knew better and stayed silent. she stood up and kissed him deeply, as if it were the first time. there were strangers once more, with their whole lives ahead of them, waiting to be discovered.
shakespeare once wrote about love not being true love if it alters when met with change. he couldn't have been more wrong. a man who doesn't change for a woman can never know how she transforms her soul to fit into his palm. and a woman who isn't changed after meeting a man will never understand the meaning of love.
he couldn't think of any reason why she would love someone like him. she looked up at him, baffled. she couldn't think of any way to explain why he made her heart tingle. she mulled over it, trying to match words to feeling. but every phrase caught in her throat because it seemed so petty and just-not-enough. "i don't know...i can't really explain it", she replied after a much too long pause. both of them went to sleep a little disappointed, one for wanting too much and the other for not wanting enough.
the next day, he woke up to find her gone. he looked for her everywhere, but she was determined not to be found. sad and ashamed, she had left everything behind to go look for a way to explain her infinite love for him. sad and ashamed, he believed she had left because he was not enough. but because love stories never end badly, he took it as a sign to turn his life around, and be the best person she could ever love, should she ever return.
many moons later, he came home to find her back at the desk in front of the window. as she smiled at him, he asked her again, "do you now know why you love me?" this time, she knew better and stayed silent. she stood up and kissed him deeply, as if it were the first time. there were strangers once more, with their whole lives ahead of them, waiting to be discovered.
shakespeare once wrote about love not being true love if it alters when met with change. he couldn't have been more wrong. a man who doesn't change for a woman can never know how she transforms her soul to fit into his palm. and a woman who isn't changed after meeting a man will never understand the meaning of love.