Wasn’t it love? And if it wasn’t, then what was it? Didn’t you feel a sort of affection towards me? And I, you? A fondness? A care? A curiosity? A love?
If not love, then what? Something subtler? Or less than? Not quite there? If it was that, then what was missing? Ought I to have spoken out more? Admitted what I was feeling? Is it really so difficult for two people to find each other? Find - meaning, to open up. Find - meaning, to be exposed. Find - meaning, to understand one another.
Wasn’t it love, for you? For me it was a wish, a desire, a want, a thought, a dream, a realisation, a belief. Wasn’t it love for you?
I never doubted that it was love for me.
Sue Zhao
reblogging bc this was me 5 years ago 🤪













