@charaisuke / CONTINUED.
love and being in love were two distinctive words plus state of mind. love, o’ that is not a feeling, certes, love is what one does in spite of how they feel. it's what one does for another despite being wholly aware the courtesy will not, if ne'er, reciprocal. love is giving, even though the person receiving it will never value the sacrifice you did and will keep on taking. love doesn't always feel fuzzy and warm. sometimes it resolves to a sharp and constant pain. watchful nights wherein slumber is lacking as a blizzard with its webs of gossamer frost would crawl e'er so slowly within our essence,'till our the entirety of our being would captive, prisoner of its grasp, for fear would be the sole thing all could feel. fear to be abandoned, replaced or not being enough for the ones our heart — the heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure — love is not always bright. moreover, being in love is not just a state or a mere sentiment — being in love... it's akin to being nude fore the eyes of so many. this horrific and dreadful state one refer as : vulnerable. when nude, one is, in that moment, more vulnerable to harm and coerced control. thus, the noble, the good of heart, should make sure that when they talk they reduce fear, that they take actions that neutralize fright and restore proper healthy functioning. because when vulnerable, we are the true reflection of our essence, our heart is too busy to unveil secrets rather than protect and guide its owner.
now, was this philander ever found in such state? admittedly, he had. he had known love, he knew it was all about comfort and protection, it was nurture and acceptance. it was calm and passionate. it was stoic and spontaneous. it was generous and forgiving, a steady ship into any horizon. but the love he encountered was a taker and a giver, the giver, he, as the bucket of water and the taker poking new holes in the vessel, quenching their thirst. the love he had known was painful. so long did it take him to realize there was a difference between symbiosis and a parasite because this love was a living organism that lived on his benefits by deriving his essence at his expense. hence his feature contorted into a flinch whilst a sentiments of guilt and severe ignominy tumefied within his being, for he was cognizant of his mistakes, naïveté and grand lack of prudence conjoined with sageness in apropos of such matter. love and trust.
“ i... ” he first muttered, his hesitancy apparent within his mobility, for his equipoise shifted, weight going from one foot to the other. “ i didn't know you were curious about such thing, ino. why are you interested? ”
ino hadn’t expected the answer she received , blonde brows furrowing. she looks around the street for a moment and decides that it was not a good position to actually have a conversation about love. not here , not in the open area where any of his fangirls -- or worse , hinata-chan , could hear her. or even sakura-chan. her lips come together to frown before she grabs his arm and hauls him into her shop , “ make yourself comfortable , sasuke-kun. ” it’s the most aggressive she’s ever been - at least to her friends ; and she busies herself with flipping her open sign to closed. “ i didn’t want anyone else listening to me. ” she explains before locking the door.
with those finally done , she moves and gestures for him to follow her up to her apartment where she then busies herself in the kitchen pouring herself a glass of mint tea, “ would you like something to drink sasuke-kun? ” she pauses, “ i know i’ve kind of just dragged you away , i hope i’m not taking up your time -- or that you were doing anything of importance , but --- i felt you would have much more knowledge on the topic than i would. ” she pauses, pulls her glass closer to her after passing him some mint tea if he wants it, and moves to place herself on a black velvet couch.
“ i haven’t ever been on a date , you know ? ”
