Indifference is something I’ve been fighting against all my life. When we drove away from our house in the farm, I must’ve left my hopes and dreams. Once I reached the city, my heart slowly became as hollow as the brick-walled apartment we moved into. It was suffocating.
Barely a year after college, I met someone. I was tired of relationships and he just got out of one. We talked about music, films, books, art then people, relationships, life then love. He had a smile that made me feel like I was back in my hometown, at our old house, and in my old room. He held my hand and I thought, “So this is how it feels.” I had forgotten what home felt like.
We talked and talked and talked like there was no risk of getting sick of each other. But it was there. We just didn’t care.
One night, he took me to a park and it was raining. He read me a story and then he kissed me. It was the most natural thing in the world – kissing someone I loved after hearing the most beautiful words that were unbelievably inspired by me. And as we kissed, I thought of nothing. Just our lips together and his words careening my mind like small ships in a gale. That was how I learned about love and its many reasons for existence.
We wrote each other letters full of promises and honesty. We planned trips to see the rest of the world. We kissed, we read books, we made love, we held hands, and we embraced. There was nothing better. We were content, but more than that, we were complete. That was how I learned about happiness.
Impossible Souls: When I learned about love: