Place Of Love

"What place does love have in your life then? And me?" I questioned her.
She delicately tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and clasped my hand in hers.
"You're my love. You have a place in my heart and life that is unique. Nothing can replace it, neither a human being nor a thing. Arthur, you know, out of all emotions, love is the most royal and precious one. It's a treasure, and not everyone finds it in their life. Some struggle their whole life, dig the deepest hole in search of it, but can't find it, yet others get it served on their plates. Yet, only a few are lucky enough to relish it for a lifetime. Love is a very uncertain thing, especially when it's humanly love— the kind that arises between two different people of opposite gender. It changes their world."
"It can be as dangerous and toxic as the poison of a snake if it's one-sided. In other cases, obviously, we have other factors to count on that make the lives of lovers unbearable. Love makes people arrogant, proud, and opinionated. They start believing that their love is superior. They consider their lover as their life. In fact, it's just an illusion that two different people live in. A fantasy that everyone wants to enjoy and wishes to have in reality. But you, Arthur, have a special place in my life."
"How would you like to name this place?" I asked.
"If you asked me to name my feelings for you, I would definitely not name it love. For love is an uncertain thing. It fades with time, like a color that is meant to grow faint with every wash. I'd rather name it as my stubbornness. It grows stronger with time. The feelings I possess for you will grow with time and will never fade," she said, smiling at me.
I couldn't resist ignoring the beans of happiness bursting within me. I genuinely didn't care what name she gave to her feelings for me – love or stubbornness. After witnessing the spark in her eyes when she talked about her feelings for me, I was convinced that it was pure love, whether she admitted it or not, or gave it another name; it was entirely fine for me.
I didn't ask her another question. She shifted, settling herself between my legs. I tilted my head up, closed my eyes, and listened to the soft, rhythmic music created by the waves as she rested her head on my chest. Neither of us spoke a single word as we cherished the natural melody around us, diving deep into its soothing embrace.
"Especially, when it's a humanly love. The kind of love emotions that arise between two different people of opposite genders. It changes their world," her words echoed in my mind, and there was something profoundly relatable in them. The kind of love that forms between two people of opposite genders does indeed change their world.
The words reiterated themselves, and I couldn't help but relate them to myself, to us. She changed my world. With her mere existence around me, she altered the way I perceived things, the way I acted, and the way I spoke. She transformed me entirely with her presence.
'Is it th...'
'Is it the kind of love she talks about which is rare? How can a person of her age, so immature and young, talk about such profound and sensible things?'
The more I pondered her words, the deeper I found myself immersed in the river of contemplation, the waves lapping over me and carrying me away. She shaped me like sand, and I felt myself slipping through her fingers. Slowly, the rushing waves mixed with me, taking me far away.
Lost in my own thoughts, I suddenly felt her hand disconnecting mine from the ground, wrapping it around her waist as she nestled between my legs. I lowered my chin to rest on her head and raised my gaze to the flowing water. A cool breeze swept over us as the male sparrow returned home, its beak carrying grains of food for its family.
Amidst the tranquility, chaos brewed within me as my heart sought peace among the pink-tinged horizon where the sun bid its farewell. I wanted to ask her directly if she loved me, if I held the same significance for her as she did for me. My mind and heart were entangled in questions, and my soul struggled to breathe in the air of certainty.
With another gust of wind, I caught a whiff of her hair's fragrance as my fingers caressed through them. I yearned to find refuge in her lap, under the shade of her hair, and sip the holy nectar flowing from her bosom.
She tilted her head, rubbing it gently on my chest as if savoring the air winding through her hair. Revitalizing her skin against the pores of my fingers, I leaned in, pressing my mouth against the lake of her neck. I licked the veins tracing her neck, and she made way for me to plunge and dive into the brewing waves of her.
As the wind continued its gentle dance around us, I found myself intoxicated by the scent of her hair, the softness of her skin against my fingertips, and the symphony of nature enveloping us. The questions lingering in my mind intensified, and I yearned for the courage to ask her about the depth of our connection.
Her head tilted back, and she arched her neck, inviting my affections. My lips traced the delicate contours of her skin, leaving a trail of gentle kisses. Each touch seemed to unravel a layer of uncertainty within me, and the world around us blurred into insignificance.
I summoned the courage to break the silence, my voice a mere whisper against the backdrop of nature's melody. "Leisel, do you feel what I feel?" The vulnerability in my question hung in the air, waiting for her response.
She shifted in my embrace, turning to face me. Her eyes, deep pools of sincerity, met mine. "Arthur, I feel more than words can express. What we have is unique, beyond the definitions the world imposes on love. It's a connection that transcends the ordinary, and I cherish every moment with you."