True Love *Short Story*


Today a random girl came up to me and asked, “How do you know you’ve found true love?”


I looked at her face, her eyes filled with desperation. Like she wanted to know every unknown thing about life. I answered, “I think it’s when you can’t think about anyone else but that one person. That you’re always thinking about them not being able to get them out of your mind. For example if they break your heart and you try to move on, you still think about them no matter who you’re with.” I had no idea what I was saying. It just came out like I’ve found it once myself.


She looked at me and asked, “What does it feel like?”


I felt like telling her I was sorry, that I wasn’t the right person to ask. But instead I replied totally different, “The feeling is like how excited a child gets when they catch a butterfly for the first time. It’s like floating off the ground and flying. You feel light as a feather, never wanting to come down, but sometimes you have to.” I wondered if she understood a thing I meant.


Though she kept asking questions, “But isn’t true love suppose to last forever and always make you happy?”


I looked away from her and down at my feet. I wondered myself if I’d ever find “true love” If it really existed. I wondered why this girl chose me to ask all these questions. “No, that’s not true. Sometimes you find true love, but the other person doesn’t love you back the same way. You never recover from the pain and you feel as if you can never love again. Sometimes you find true love, and the relationship isn’t a healthy one, but you want to do whatever it is you can do to make them happy.”


The girl looked at me, noticing my eyes starting to water. She frowned and touched my arm. I looked up at her and her eyes had guilt and sadness in them, “How do you know so much about this?” she asked


I straightened up and wiped my eyes and answered, “Simply because, I had it…”


She frowned and gave me a rose and before walking away she said, “I hope you find it again.” The girl was gone and I stood there holding the rose. I thought I had it? I didn’t know if I was over it. Most likely I still have it, but it’s not happy true love. I wish it was, but life and love never go the way you want it to go.


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