I never quite understood love. Whenever the subject was brought up I'd find an excuse to leave, or if unable, try change the subject with casual dismissal. It wasn't that I was afraid of it, or think that it didn't exist, or anything else quite like that, I simply didn't understand it. A child, cradled in his mothers arms. "I love you my darling" the mother would say to it. The child would smile, oblivious to the words, yet fully comprehending it's meanings, moved by his mothers emotions, moved by his own. Was is wrong to envy a child? Was it wrong to want to feel something without knowing why?
I was in my late twenties when I found myself hungover, petulantly napping in a park. In the peripherals of my stupored vision, a tree. In that tree a woman. And something happened. In a state of cognitive dissonance, I smile at her, she smiles back. An unearthly chill swarms my body and I find myself sober and alert and... nervous? Dangling from the fabric lacing her upper chest a name-tag. An odd accessory to be wearing In a public park. 'Susan' it read. Another chill. Then I finally understood. Either I was still high from the night before, or, I had found it, I had found love.
Edit: Susan left me. - still a...
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