Someone Who loved
Chapter 1: They loved
What is love? What is patience?
When I met him I knew those two had to go hand in hand. He was hurt, he was lonely. Although he hardly ever showed it on the outside, I knew he was overwhelmed with hurt. The woman he had loved for so long, they had separated from each other. They promised themselves to live a better life. Being together, they came to realize, was truly too risky no matter how much they tried, no matter how many times their lives were in danger, and no matter how many times they'd seem to avoid a bitter end. It would only be repeated and the usual cycle would commence. A truce between their kind could never be made.
He was never truly able to love with his whole being after that. He wasn't able to fully commit himself to any woman again.
So why was it?
Why was it that I still ventured on to him. Why was it that even knowing the fact that there was no possibility of him to truly love me in return. That I allowed myself to fall for him.
He had warned me not to fall in love. He warned me that I would get hurt. But I didn't listen, I believed that I could help him, save him. I believed my feelings where strong enough to support him. Possibly change his hurt heart.
"My life is full of secrets." He once said to me. "Secrets that I won't be able to tell you."
"That's fine." I smiled reassuringly back to him. "I have my own secrets too."
I have my own secret that I can't tell anyone. That I don't completely understand myself.
She loved him too. The day I met her, and saw them together, I knew this was a definite fact. Their want for each other, their desire, their love. It was smothering to watch. It was heartbreaking for me. Their love was intimidating. I knew that whatever river that kept them separated, Whatever valley, that if they could find any assuring way to cross that obstruction they would be together. And I knew that he would leave me in a heartbeat.
So why was it that I continued to stay? I continued to hold him dear to me?
"You're the kind of person who loves no matter what." My mother told me one early New York morning, in the kitchen. The smell of coffee and cigarettes in the air. "You love unconditionally no matter how much you're hurt. You're like a bubble head! You bounce right back up!"
A kind of person who loves.
What about them? Their the kind who love too. Unconditionally. But only for each other. I'm an outsider to them. A means of reality that tries to crush their fantasy.
"Please make him fall for you." his love asked me. "Please, I don't think I can do this all on my own. If he were to love someone else. I'm sure I'd have to give up."
She, Rose, was someone who loved.
He, Jake, was someone who loved.
And I. Malva. I was definitely someone who loved.
We all loved.
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