“You’re a wonderful person,” he said, looking at everywhere. “You,” He hesitated before continuing. “A person like you is very, very rare.”
She blushed after realizing the implications of his words. He looked at her in agitation, he ran a hand through his short black hair.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not in love with you.” He shook his head vehemently in denial. He looked at her straight in the eyes, his voice betrayed nothing but honesty. “I’m in love with the idea of you.”
“Oh,” she whispered shyly. The girl, shocked by the confession, could only tuck her hair nervously.
He sighed wistfully, and looked away from her.
“I won’t, can’t, burden you with my feelings. You don’t know me, and I don’t know you.” He seemed to be talking to himself. “But I want to.”
“It’s not a burden,” She denied and tried to remember why she had to turn down the boy. “I’m sorry but –“
“My feelings are my own, and yet here I am, pressuring you to reply,” The boy cut her off and laughed bitterly.
“What?” She exclaimed, she was confused by twists and turns of their conversation.
“I confessed, I’m not forcing you to like me. However, I do want to hear words other than I’m sorry or thank you.” He said wryly.
“What am I supposed to say then?” She replied indignantly, she stomped her foot and frowned at him. She was going to turn him down nicely, but boy was he weird. “You do know I am in a perfectly happy relationship right now.”
“Oh I know,” The boy laughed again. “He’s really nice by the way. Nice choice.” He grinned at her playfully.
She couldn’t help but think she was suddenly transported to another dimension where social cues were a bit different than what she knew.
“Uhm, thanks?” She said uncertainly; she did not know where their conversation was going at all.
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair again. “This was a bad idea,” He groaned out loud. She pitied him for his confusion. “I already knew this was going to happen.” He muttered.
“Look, I won’t take this against you,” She said cautiously, she was careful not to provoke him. “I appreciate your efforts but like I said, I have someone else.”
“I know,” he smiled. “But would you have chosen me if you met me earlier?” He asked with a slight tilt in his head. His eyes focused on her once again.
Another curveball was thrown at her which she miserably failed to catch.
“What?” She was running out of words.
“Would you have chosen me, hypothetically, if you have met me earlier, before him?” He enunciated his question to her like she was a toddler that needed special attention.
“I know what you meant,” She haughtily replied, she turned up his nose at her. She wondered why she even entertained him. “I was just stunned. Does it matter? If I already chose him, does your question even matter?” She shot back right at him.
“Exactly!” He agreed fervently that it surprised her. “You chose him. You didn’t choose me. If we met earlier, if you didn’t meet him, if, if, if, all these what ifs don’t matter at all!” He raised his hand in the air, and she was forced to take a step back to avoid his waving hands.
“Because it already happened, and we can’t change the past,” he softly said as his hands dropped.
“Yes. We can’t.” She nodded.
“So it doesn’t matter, at all.” He continued.
“Hence, confessions like this are pointless.” He concluded while nodding to himself.
“Well, ye— wait, no! What?!”
He burst out laughing while she stood there speechless.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself. Rest assured I won’t be interfering with your relationship,” he placated her. “I’m not a homewrecker.” His voice took a darker turn.
She could only stare at him blankly.
“Well, thank you so much for your time. I appreciate it,” He said lightly while turning away from her. He waved goodbye as he walked away.
She contemplated running after him, the person who was obviously hurt by her rejection but tried to deal with it rationally. How foolish of him, emotions are never logical.
“What?” The guy stopped.
“I could have chosen you, hypothetically,” She slowly continued. “Yes, it doesn’t matter right now, but maybe in the future.”
“We don’t know, you don’t know that,” he answered solemnly.
“Yes, we don’t.” she agreed again. “But I said hypothetically.”
With that, they could only smile back at each other.