Love

-1st person-

350 years later,

[What is Love?

People say love is when your pupils dilate, your heart races and butterflies flutter within your stomach. Others say it's when your face reddens. I say Love is when you unconsciously notice everything about them, when you notice they got a new haircut, when you can tell what they like and dislike and when you notice they changed their style of clothing.

Love is when you can always find them in crowds full of people. Love is when you feel yourself getting dizzy just from holding hands and looking in each others eyes. Love is when you want to stand in front of them as a reliable lover. Love is when you feel every moment is precious. Love is... Love is ever-changing, many people find their love different to this. Some think love is when you want to be around that person all the time and others think love is when you won't hesitate to hurt someone for the one you love. Love is when you can never hate them, when you find yourself falling in love with even their little flaws that they tried so hard to hide. 

My love is when you find yourself making silly excuses just to spend a millisecond more with them. When you constantly wait for a single measly message of Hello or Have a good day. When you would give them the world just to see that beautiful smile of theirs. When holding their hands makes you feel like you've won everything. When looking into their eyes makes you feel like your losing yourself because you don't want to leave them and you don't want them to leave you.

Love is a complicated word, and in some languages, there are some different sections of Love. For example, in the Human Greek language, there are several different types of Love. Like Eros, sexual love. Philia, friendly love. Agape, universal love. Ludus, flirtatious love. Storge, familial love. Pragma, committed love. Philautia, self-love.

However, Love is a thing that can't be placed into categories. It is always changing, whether it be the one in love or just a known definition.

There are some who don't love. There are some who can't love. There are some who lost the one they love. There are some who have fallen out of love. And so on.

Though, the different categories of love do have meanings. And those loves also have different beginnings.

It may start with similarities, with differences. It may start with a friend introducing you. It may begin with an argument. It may begin with a bump into each other. But my favourite is when you don't even notice it. When all you do is notice that person once and before you know it, you're in love and finding them all over the place. What you thought was simple interest turned into love, pure love in which you don't know how or when you loved them. You just love them because they're them.]

It's a book called [Love], At first, I just started it out of boredom. But it got nice as time went on...

Plip, plop. Plip, plop.

Hmm?

I felt my face, which was wet. Tears were dropping down my face uncontrollably as I hurried to dry them. Wiping my sleeve on my face and rubbing my hands on my eyes. They just wouldn't stop.

It was the type of cry when you don't feel sad yet you're still crying. This time it's just a lot more intense. And maybe I did feel a little sad, just not enough to cry. The book was quite emotional in my eyes and it seemed that the author personally experienced it...

"I wonder why..."

It was a strange thing. I've never cried like this before, usually there's some kind of force. Keeping my eyes open and so on, but it was so effortless. Like I actually wanted to cry.

The tears kept coming and even Eris came to console me for no absolute reason. It was... A funny feeling. Or maybe not one at all.

I glared at the book with red eyes, the tears didn't stop still. And I just kept crying without sadness as an invisible weight left my heart as I cried. 

Why is it...

Maybe I just felt the author's sadness through their writing...? That's absurd, to say the least. Maybe I lived through this? That's even more absurd. Could I just have understood their pain, maybe... No use thinking about it.

I kept wiping my tears as I stopped thinking about that particular topic, thinking about anything else I could think of.

"The weather looks great today!" That was a lie. I couldn't see anything at all since my eyes were too puffed up from the crying as my tear glands finally dried out. It was my worst attempt at changing the subject by far.

"That's artificially created weather, where it doesn't matter whether we lament over it's sorrow or rejoice over it's happiness." Eris said in a strangely poetic yet deadpan manner.

I chuckled and then we sat in silence for some time till...

"Damn it."

I cried again. Like I lost the world and like I didn't reach my goal. It was as if I was sad, but there were no feelings within.

This time, I left the tears to roll down my face silently. I couldn't be bothered to wipe them away this time so I just sat there with my hands on my knees as the tears just dropped and dropped and dropped.

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It took a while for the crying to stop but I still don't understand why I cried.

"Maybe it's cause I can't see you..."

Huh? What the hell does that mean? Probably just some nonsensical mutterings that spontaneously come to mind and I just randomly thought to say that.

I sighed, crying sure is tiring.

"You sure you won't cry again?" Eris probably didn't hear what I said, and the reason she mentioned this is because I had short interval in crying where I just sat there before it began again.

"No, I don't think so." I'm lucky it was Eris who saw me like this and not my friends before this. I could almost guarantee that they'd laugh if they saw this, and especially so if it was for no reason like now. I would've lost my reputation among them... I shouldn't ever show them this side.

I gave a weak smile to Eris since I barely had the strength to do so and then I properly cleaned my face.

Like, I walked into the kitchen and used artificial water to rub my face clean. Just to make sure I don't look dirty from all the crying. I also rubbed my eyes a bit even if they were all puffy.

Then, walking along the preciously memorised path to my bed, I sat there and slept quite easily compared to other times.

This was probably because I was tired out from crying... Or maybe I felt like I was asleep since my eyes were closed

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Quick authors info dump!:

The reason why Cosmos is the power of creation yet doesn't make warm blankets is because they are in the Void. The Void cancels out the Cosmos when the Cosmos is in its domain.

That is the reason to Ray's discomfort despite Eris using the power of Cosmos!

This means that, if in the future when Ray gets out of the Void, he uses the power of Cosmos, it would basically work as any normal blanket that he imagined.