Why He Loved Her
"Why do you like me?" she asked.
He blushed. He was having a hard time finding an answer to that question. Why did he like her? All he knew was that they met some time ago, they became sort-of friends and then suddenly he fell in love.
He didn't really know exactly why. She just came into his life and filled an emptiness he didn't know he had. The feeling was wondrous. She made his heart stop, and he didn't know why.
Why was she so attractive to him? There were so many others. She wasn't the most physically appealing, she wasn't the smartest, nor was she the happiest, but to him, she was, somehow, perfect.
"I want to say 'everything about you'," he finally managed to say, but she quickly interrupted,
"But you don't know everything about me. We don't really know each other all that much."
She was right. How much did he know her? They didn't talk all that much. The two would have a conversation sometimes, but they were usually short.
So why was he in love with her? He couldn't even stomach to say he that he was in love; he just said that he really liked her. He thought he was an idiot. He couldn't stand himself. Why can't he just say it?
"I don't know… I just… I think you're beautiful."
"Do you really?" she asked.
"Of course I do."
She blushed, smiled, and turned around. She started walking away slowly, but she turned again and told him,
"Well, thanks, I guess. I've got to go. See you another time!"
She walked out of the room. He didn't understand, but he saw she was smiling.
"I guess if you tell any girl, sincerely, that she's beautiful, they'll smile," he said to himself, "But what the hell am I doing?"
His heart was confused. He had everything to say to her, his whole world he was willing to give to her. He was in love, he knew it. There was no other name for the feeling in his heart.
But why couldn't he say anything? Why couldn't he say what he wanted to say? Why was she so difficult to talk to now? They could talk for a long time when they were just friends. It's become so awkward now. She catches him staring at her often, and sometimes he can't even reply to her when she speaks.
But her question remained: What did he like about her?
This is what made the concept of love at first sight so absurd to people; how is that possible? You just know that you're in love? There's no need for reason? Is it just the pretty face and the warm personality? A lot of ladies are pretty and kind like she is. Why was she the one he was in love with?
There were so many things racing through his mind. There were so few memories, even fewer conversations, instances where they would interact. What made him so interested? Why was he obsessed with her?
He didn't know anything about her, really.
That's it, isn't it? He doesn't really love her? It's just some gut feeling he got when she talks to him?
"No, wait," he thought, "That's not it."
He didn't know anything about her, really.
That's it! She was unknown to him. She was a mystery, a mystery his heart was dying to solve.
He stood up ran out of the room, and down the stairs to look for her. She was at the bottom of the stairs, still walking slowly, still smiling.
He didn't know if he had it in him; he seemed to be paralyzed whenever he saw her smile. Would his confidence fall again when she turned to face him?
"Hey! Wait up!"
She turned and he held her hand.
"Whoa," she said, "what are you—"
"I'm sorry, I might seem crazy, but hear me out!"
"Alright, alright, relax."
"Listen, I don't just like you. I'm in love with you."
"You heard me. I love you. You might think this is weird because I really don't know anything about you,"
"Yes, I think it's fairly strange."
"I know, but you see, I'm in love with you because I want to know. I want to know everything about you. I want to talk to you more, to spend more time with you."
"Well, I, I don't know. I don't think I'm worth falling in love with. You're a really nice guy; you deserve someone better."
"How am I supposed to believe that? I don't even know you."
"That's right. You don't know me. There's a lot to know about me, and I don't think you'll like most of it. I really appreciate all the times we talk, all the times you put a smile on my face, and everything you've ever done for me, but deep down, I'm a sad person. That's why I never told you my feelings for you. We'd get together, and in the end, I'd only disappoint you; I'd bring you down with me."
"That may be so, but I'm an adventurous person. I'm willing to take risks, and I think being with will be an adventure, perhaps the most difficult adventure, but the difficult ones are the ones that I remember. I want you to know that I want to be with you. If at the end, you'll bring me down and disappoint me, so be it. I love you, and no matter how our adventure ends, I believe that it'll be worth it. I believe that you're worth it."
Tears started falling from her eyes as she showed me the biggest and happiest smile I had ever seen on her face.
"Shut up," she said, laughing and crying at the same time, "Never say that again. I love you…"
Their eyes were fixed on each other. He held her hand ever tighter as the two kissed for the first time.