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Feb. 18th, 2013 03:36 pm
[Every year, Saleh had tried to learn something about love from the Valentine's Day experiment. To explore how it felt to be in love. So maybe one day, if he truly fell in love, he would know.]
[He dared not speak about the affections he had felt for certain (multiple) people, but he remember the feelings. The feelings of affection towards those people, the overabundance of worry and concern for those people, the constant worry about their well-being. And his desire to see them as much as possible, or to be with them always.]
[But this reflection has given him a recollection of earlier months when he had felt all of these things. He remembered when Julia was here, he was overly concerned for her. He knew the strength in her heart, and yet he couldn't help worrying about her, how the experiments and other events had affected her. He had wanted to be with her, to comfort her and bring out her own strength. Did this truly mean that he had been in love with her? Even now, he can't tell.]
[But now Julia was long gone. It's pointless to feel this way now. But the pain of realizing it far too late was sharp, almost unbearable. How could he have been so foolish to have not realized it before? This was one of those rare moments that Saleh could feel tears welling up in his eyes. He can't let himself cry, though. Still the thoughts rushed through his mind. After Julia, how could he possibly fall in love with someone else? Was it possible? Like any wave of painful emotions, he would have to get past them and move on. One thing Saleh could do was confide in the wisdom of others, who are more familiar with this love thing than he is. And so he picks up his journal, wiping the stray tears from his eyes, and addresses the population with a single question.]
...Has anyone ever fallen in love, only to realize it much too late?
[He dared not speak about the affections he had felt for certain (multiple) people, but he remember the feelings. The feelings of affection towards those people, the overabundance of worry and concern for those people, the constant worry about their well-being. And his desire to see them as much as possible, or to be with them always.]
[But this reflection has given him a recollection of earlier months when he had felt all of these things. He remembered when Julia was here, he was overly concerned for her. He knew the strength in her heart, and yet he couldn't help worrying about her, how the experiments and other events had affected her. He had wanted to be with her, to comfort her and bring out her own strength. Did this truly mean that he had been in love with her? Even now, he can't tell.]
[But now Julia was long gone. It's pointless to feel this way now. But the pain of realizing it far too late was sharp, almost unbearable. How could he have been so foolish to have not realized it before? This was one of those rare moments that Saleh could feel tears welling up in his eyes. He can't let himself cry, though. Still the thoughts rushed through his mind. After Julia, how could he possibly fall in love with someone else? Was it possible? Like any wave of painful emotions, he would have to get past them and move on. One thing Saleh could do was confide in the wisdom of others, who are more familiar with this love thing than he is. And so he picks up his journal, wiping the stray tears from his eyes, and addresses the population with a single question.]
...Has anyone ever fallen in love, only to realize it much too late?
