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I have never really understood the idea of love. I don’t understand how can two people fancy each other and live with each other throughout their lives. I don’t believe in love at first sight. I am a non-believer in the concept of soulmates.

I didn’t love him the first time I met him, and I didn’t love him three months later. I was infatuated, mesmerized, starry eyed, star crossed when I met him. I was exceedingly drawn towards him, but I was not love struck. He was on my mind every waking moment of the day, and at night he would pay me a visit in my dreams, but I didn’t love him. I had endless urge to talk to him, to see him, to kiss him, but I didn’t love him.

I didn’t love him when we started living together. We were two very different people. He had always been an adventurer, and I had always been a reader. Our playlists didn’t match, nor did our food habits. I had always liked wine, and he would always order scotch. His small habits sometimes annoyed me, and sometimes they made me laugh. We went for the movies and dinners and parties and vacations. I lived with him for two years, still infatuated, mesmerized, starry eyed and star crossed, but I didn’t love him.

I didn’t love him when we got married and when the romance evaporated. We grew used to each other. He would always meet me halfway. He would help me with the cooking and the cleaning and he would make sure that I didn’t spend money on ridiculous things. He would always meet me halfway. He would make me a coffee when he would make one for himself. We would spend hours in each others’ company without speaking a word, like there was no need, like silence was enough.

We are still two very different people, he is an adventurer, and I am a reader. Our playlists still don’t match, nor do our food habits. I still like wine, and he always orders scotch. But being with him has made me so much better. I’ve come to realize that love is in small things. I didn’t love him for a very long time after I met him. Our love needed nurturing, a constant effort from both the sides, and time to fully bloom. I have come to realize that love is like whiskey, it is not very delectable in its juvenile youth, but becomes better with maturity.

I have never really understood the idea of love and I don’t understand how two people fancy each other throughout their lives, but since it’s you, I am ready to meet you halfway. And the fact that you are ready to meet me halfway too, makes me think I might fancy you throughout my life, and finally, I might be love-struck.

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Submitted to ArtParasites by Shivee Chauhan

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