“…if you ask her, about love, she will think for a while. Love, she won’t say, is mutual. Because her love, it existed unilateral. Love was supposed to be comfort, comfort in sharing. Her love, it was awkward, it was comfort in staring. Her love was more of a silence, too much patience. It is funny how love is measured in how much time you spend together or how many calls you exchange. So love, she will say, just some silly hormones acting crazy!!”