Every year, it’s been you, that I’m imagining, that I’m kissing, when it’s midnight.
(Taken aback) Really…?
Yes.
(Sigh) Is this love, or infatuation?
It’s love.
How do you know the difference?
I think if it was infatuation, I’d probably obsessively call or text you when it’s midnight. Not simply leave you alone and enjoy my own imagination.
(Nodding slowly) Hmmm… yeah… maybe…
I think if it was infatuation, I would’ve been… scarier…
Yeah…?
The energies would be different. Love — I still give you room. I’m always giving you space to be yourself. To live your life. Always. I don’t try to “control” you to be right here, next to me, at my command. I’m not standing in your way. I’m admiring you from far away.
Why would infatuation be standing in my way? What would that look like?
Standing in your way, with infatuation, would be — getting into your personal space without your permission. At any time, of any day.
(Nodding slowly) That… makes sense…
So this is not infatuation. It’s always been love. Every day.
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