"You give yourself a lot of 'Whys' and you expect someone else to give you the 'Because,'" I finally retorted. And he was all ears. Like a 5th grader trying hard to chew the unconventional words of his boring History teacher. "It's like you're trying to solve for the X plus Y equation when you haven't even found the X yet. Just the Y. A lot of Ys, as a matter of fact. So when you try to write it down or press it on your calc, nothing will come out but 'Syntax Error.' And that's what my answer to you right now: Syntax Error. Your Y is too much, too high, too big, while your X is empty and still unknown. I guess you should find the X first, and then we'll try to solve the equation together. Deal?"
"What if the X
is you and the Y is me? Would that be enough to give me my 'Because?' Because I
think that's it. That's my problem," he replied. I think I kind of
blushed. But I knew I must not. Girls should never show the electric gush that
swims through our bodies whenever a guy offers us the sweetest combination of
nerdy words possible, and what it does to us, and how crazy it makes us.
“Don’t be silly.” I
laughed. But he didn’t, so I stopped. “So, is it a deal? Look for your X?” I
asked, trying to redirect the matter. But he turned away from me instead, and
faced the body mirror hanging lengthwise on the wall. It didn’t change anything
at all, because I could still see his features through his reflection. And I
have to admit, he was really good-looking. His angelic face always told me I
was safe with him. And it always felt like we were together in some kind of
paradise everytime I looked in his calm green eyes. Just like in that moment. I
could hear the harp playing of the angels around us. I could see clouds behind
us through the mirror. I could smell the scent of eternity. All this, right
behind him.
“I know I ask a lot
of questions about love, but I don’t really need a lot of answers to believe
it. I just need a single word that would make me believe in us. That would make me hold on to you,” he whispered. I
melted and froze at the same time. I didn’t know what to do, but gumption made
me hug him from behind. It was such a euphoric feeling in an agonizing moment.
I don't know how that could be, but I knew that I gave up. I finally gave in. I
didn’t want to, but I knew then I’ve fallen in love with him. With the guy who
doubted love. With the guy who never believed in anything. With the guy who was
lost in abstract.
Despite the ecstatic romance binding us together, something was making me neglect it and regret my being too easy to him. I must not let myself fall and get lost with him as well. I must find my way back home. But how could I when he’d made me feel at home already?"
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