She told me it was nice to meet me. Her manner conveyed it wasn’t nice at all.
“Who was that?” I asked you as I watched her retreating back.
“No idea. But I strongly suspect she was flirting with me,” the mock gravity in your tone suggested I should be mock appalled. Or truly appalled. I couldn’t pretend to be either.
“Oh! Poor thing. She lost one of the good ones,” I smirked.
“I’m one of the good ones?”
“Aren’t you? If you’re not, I can call her right back.”
You say nothing, but I can see you’re pleased. As am I. This lack of insecurity and jealousy is new to me, but I recognize this equal exchange of trust.
“Hey, do you want to go to the playground after this?” you ask.
“Our playground? Sure.”
“You’ve been quiet for a while,” you observe.
We are sitting on swings that are too low for us, toes digging into coarse sand like tiny mice.
When I was fifteen, and my sister was twelve, we had an argument about love. She said all love was unrequited. The person you loved was never the person who loved you. I disagreed. Because I was thinking of a celebrity couple that had gotten hitched recently. My reasoning, at age fifteen, was simple – if all love was unrequited, then where do these famous love stories come from? Her response made me laugh, “Those people are rich.”
At fifteen and twelve, we weren’t fully qualified to talk about the concept. All I knew is I didn’t share my sister’s belief. Being with you proved I was right. Ours wasn’t just a love returned, it was returned in full. Like an infinity ribbon. It was the perfect balance. There’s an archaic term for a love like ours – redamancy. It’s the antonym of unrequited love.
“I was thinking,” I say in reply, “of equal love. And I was thinking that I have finally found ‘home’.”
You smile, not only because you understand, but also because you hear the words I’m not saying.
What does it take, I muse, for someone as detached as me to fall in love?
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