Honey, Do You Love Me?
If I were to tell you that I love you, what would you do?
I once saw a group of children playing a game. They would form a circle, and one child would stand in the center. He or she would go up to another child and ask them, in a humorous manner, "Honey, do you love me?". The other child would have to reply, "Honey, I love you, but I just can not smile." without laughing. If they were to laugh or to smile, they would have to trade places with the child in the center.
I believe it would not be very nice if life were like this game.
If you were to tell me that you love me, I would wish to be able to smile.
If I were to tell you that I love you, I would wish for you to smile.
If I were to tell you that I love you, what would you say?
Would you, like the children in the game, tell me that you love me as well?
I hope that you would, for it would be very difficult for me to tell you that I love you. If I were to tell you that I love you, and you were to tell me that you do not love me, I would be very sad.
I do not believe I would be able to handle that kind of sadness.
If I did not love you, would you be sad?
If I were to tell you that I love you, what would you think?
I believe this is what fears me the most. It is not just what you would think of me if I were to tell that I love you that I fear. It is also what others think of me, and what you think of me now.
It is difficult for me to be on Earth, where things are often very strange to me. I do not always know what to say or what to do. Sometimes, when I say something wrong, people will laugh at me.
Am I really that strange?
I wish that things were not so strange to me. Perhaps, if I understood Earth a bit more, people would not laugh at how I look, or what I say, or what I do, or what I think.
Perhaps, if I understood Earth a bit more, I would not be scared of what people think of me.
Perhaps I would not be scared of what you would think of me if I were to tell you that I love you.
Robin, if I were to tell you that I love you, what would you do? Would you laugh?
Would you smile?
I wish you would smile.
I wish that you would want to smile.
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Notes
For some reason, I am really proud of this story. This was inspired by a game I played at camp called "Honey, Do You Love Me?" (Duh. XD) It took me a very short time to write. It is very short as well! -sweatdrop- It is very repetitive, but I did that on purpose. I think it is rather insightful in its own strange way. XD This is technically the second part of the Child's Game set, although it is the first official part since I wrote Wax Museum about a year ago. (Actually, I wrote it exactly seven days less that a year before I wrote this. O-o I need to write The Animal Game on the tenth. That would beawesome. XD XD) I hope you enjoyed this, and if you did, please read future parts of the Child's Game set. (And maybe Wax Museum? It counts, right?)