(star-crossed) lovers

“Hear, hear. I really care about you. I love you, but there’s no more beyond platonic love.”

“How is a platonic love supposed to be?”

“I want to be the one cheering you the loudest in the front row when you finally get that award. I want to always help you with all the resources that I have. I want to do active listening whenever you need to ease that burden of yours. I want you to be happy. I want you to lead a fulfilling life. In some years in the future, you could be talking about how you’re about to marry your dream girl–after all these time!–and I still want to listen to that story.

And if those aren’t enough, I want you to be okay. Just okay would be great.”

“And sane,” you chuckled.

“Sane definitely means okay. But I don’t know if that also means not lonely.”

“Huh…”

“Since we’re in to this depth already, wouldn’t you just tell me how you feel about me as well?”

“Are you that curious?” you smirked.

“Yeah, what would sound better than confessing your feelings in a quiet place like this, beneath the starry night, and with just the two of us? You won’t be here every day.” You laughed.

“Well… okay. I think I love you, too.”

“As in…?”

“As in… the kind of love that makes you want to do romantic things.” Here it goes again…

“Are you sure you don’t just… like me, in a way where you also want to do romantic things with me?”

“How would that be different, though, like and love?”

“I could dream of doing romantic things with anyone I’m interested in. I could do that with my young lecturer who actually has married with two kids but not everyone knows about that. I could do that with my favorite Mr. Darcy, the one who starred in the 2005 Pride and Prejudice film. Well, since I like them. I wouldn’t give out anything to be in that position, but I would love to be in that position.

While loving, it takes all your heart out. And you don’t ask for anything in return. I can’t love, I can’t care about everyone.”

“And you care about me?”

“Yeah, dumbass. And because I care about you, I want you to rethink again what you really mean by your way of loving with romantic tendencies. You can dream about that with as many girls that you want, just like how you used to do.”

“Hey, I’m not a person like that!

…Uh, maybe you’re right. Maybe I am.”

“You’re really annoying.”

“But you love me this way, don’t you?”

“You’re really annoying.”

“The most important thing is that you love me.”

“When you die, from whatever causes–be it your stupidity or other’s stupidity–I will write a very short obituary of how you were annoying in your whole life. Then I will wish you to rest in peace.”

“That would only come from someone who loves me.”

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