“Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself”~ Khalil Gibran
For a moment, she doubted the conclusion. How could he not be a person? But she thought again. There can’t be more than one. It’s him and will always be him. It was him before she was born and after she bites the dust. It has always been him, whether she realized it or not.
In an effort to understand what was going on through her mind, she tried to remember how she felt the first time she realized he was the one. And then, she remembered the taste of the first new crush sometime after she was convinced he wasn’t. If he was a person, then how come she found him in two separate persons? A person can’t be two persons; it was mathematically impossible, she thought. Hence, it was clear to her, again, that he was not a person.
But, who was he? Or, what was he? And those feeling she had, to whom were they? Maybe he was those very feelings. That’s it. She never loved a person, she always loved the love she held for that person, the love she felt from him and all the things it made her feel. He was her desires fused to the mortal believed fit to fulfil them. He was the manifestation of her desires, the mirror of her better self, the answer to many unspoken questions. Yes, he was many things she couldn’t express, and once again she was certain that he was not, and cannot, be a person.
Originally posted on October 18, 2008 on http://oeliwat.jeeran.com/archive/2008/10/703784.html