Falling in Love: After the Earthquake

Falling in love after I meet you is a terrifying experience that I don’t wish anyone to experience. It is like going to a haunted house; you never know what monsters you will meet. Falling in love with you had taught me a thing; nothing could soften the blow once you decided to take the leap. So, what I could do was to stay indoors, warming myself with a cup of tea and locking up every door to every guest. Nothing and no one will make me fall. I stayed faithful to myself because loving you only added up doubts.

I remember our last meeting two years ago. We had lunch but I did not enjoy it at all. I remembered I had dreamed about this for years. You talked about your life aspirations while I stayed quiet. I loved remaining in backgrounds sometimes I thought that was the whole reason you befriended me; I was an expert in staying quiet. The skilful listener. The one who knew how to respond correctly without destroying your flow when you told your story, by keeping you to be the main character even when I was the one who wrote the story.

When we did meet again after two years, I understood why I lost it all. We were two different creatures who shared the same path accidentally. Time will heal, they said. But they forget even the psychological pain could not recover on its own. So, I drop all my feelings in the most correct place, our hometown.

Falling in love with you was terrifying.

But without it, I would never respect myself the way I should have.