Excerpt from a book I'll never write

"Have you ever been in love?", he asked while looking directly into my eyes with his night sky colored eyes. I think if I stare at it hard enough I could make up constellations in his eyes. 

"I don't think I've ever been in love", I said with such confidence but deep down still hoping he'd see the vulnerability in my eyes that I was in love with him. 

"Uh yea?"

"Yea"

"Cmon not even once? High school crush? Neighbourhood hottie?", he asked. Why was he so curious God dammit?

"Well yea duh but I wouldn't call it love. It's not worthy enough to be called love", yea they weren't. 

"What's love then?"

"Love is something you'd never forget and it'd never end. Love is pain, happiness, raw, vulnerability all together. If you can get over it within a year or two, it's not love. It's just something that wasn't meant to be", love is staying up all night contemplating about whether if it's love or not, love is something that makes you want to stay alive just to see how things ends, love is loving you. 

"Nu uh, I disagree with you," he smirks as he turned away just enough for the sunlight to hit his face & make the scar he made when he was five visible. I never noticed how it looks like a clover leaf. 

"I've been in love, tone of times in fact", he pauses. 

"I fell in love with this rack in the public library which had loads of interesting booms. I fell in love with the meat vendor who fed that pregnant cat outside his shop some unused meat. I fell in love with the old couple who took pictures in the park like it was their honeymoon. I fell in love with the moment I met you", i blushed. 

He continues,"love doesn't necessarily mean attracted to the opposite gender and have desires to spend the rest of your life with"

"Love is everywhere"