When I was 7 or 8-years-old, I remember the soft sound of a piano being played. The white fluorescent light lit the living room like natural daylight. The air felt clear. I was young, but in that instance, I felt like I knew, this is how liking someone should feel like.
A sweet silent acknowledgment of each other’s existence. It seemed like the only thing important, the only detail necessary to start something.
A fond memory of childhood I don’t like recalling. It is a moment unriddled by bitterness, regret, and disappointments. No promises were made in the silence I revel in. We were only kids then, but the unrequited love weighs on me like a long-ago fulfilled yearning.
The feeling of this moment, I didn’t know until now, was a feeling I tried to capture for Georgie and Sebastian. A silent acknowledgment of understanding and willingness to know more about each other. It is a friendship and a romantic encounter of two people who once believed in soulmates until life changed their minds.
It is the sort of meeting I dreamt of, the beginning of endless wishes.
Unrequited love is not so painful.