When she first met him, she was so full of awe. Everything he did was so new, so exotic. The thrill of being with someone so.. refined and culturally advanced, it made her tipsy. Every retort was new, foreign, fascinating. Every story was delightful, every note of his voice like a new spell she discovered.
To say that she stopped loving him wouldn't be right, she was too naive to know what love was anyway. The expectation of knowing that love, however, and knowing how to love back.. that was what scared her. That's what caused her too turn away and never look back. She wished that he understood, for there was no way she could explain this herself. Maybe it was her lack of verbal finesse, maybe her ego came in the way.
She's come a long way since then, yet even today, she still hold a soft corner for him. The odd memory that comes to her after seeing a bench in the park still makes her smile.
Truth be told, she's still learning discovering new things about this fancy thing we call love.
But for now, she smiles.
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