In The Name of Love

Love is a cheesy word. I always hated that word. People use it too casually. But I myself, sometimes love too easily.

Love can be eternal. It can be temporary. It doesn't have to be selfless. It doesn't have to be anything. Have you ever met a stranger and suddenly your heart is filled with fondness? It went away as fast as it came.

I saw you in the crowd. You were anxious. You held your bags close to you. You eyes were shaking. Your fingers were intertwined with each others, clasping, unclasping.  I wanted to sit next to you. I want to hold your hands in mine and tell you not to worry. I wanted for you to be safe. I wanted for you to be calm.

I love you, stranger.

I love you. Even though I don't know you. I love you. Even though I can't remember you face now, I still love you.  Even though I'm a loveless person, I love you. I don't want to own you. I don't want to be a part of your life. I just want you to be happy. I love you as a friend, as a stranger. I love you unconditionally. And will stop loving you when my heart doesn't want to feel this anymore. Be it a month, a year or even a minute. Know that you are loved. You are truly loved. You are loved by a stranger who saw something in you. Kindness perhaps, but I don't know you that well. 

Adieu



p/s/; It's a she