“ So after, when he whispers, “ You love me. Real or not real?
I tell him. “Real”
It is Mockingjay – the story about a girl who fought through wars, losses and extreme pains. Then, she realized that what she need is the dandelion in the spring – the promise that life can go on, no matter how bad losses. His firm arms are real.
Most people don’t have to go through losses and pains to realize what is real or what is needed. Some never do.
I was eighteen. It was my last day in high school. Friends took photos together to keep memories alive. I hid in a corner crying because the boy I liked didn’t ask me to take photo with him.
I loved him. Real or not real?
I am twenty eight. It was at the airport. I saw my boyfriend going through the gate to fly 6,000 miles away from me. Tears stung my eyes. But I didn’t cry. I held myself together.
I love him. Real or not real?
How do I know? How do people know?