A slight breeze brushed his face, stirring his silver hair. He caught one of the drifting leaves, then burned it to ash seconds later.
"Love, huh..."
He let out a faint sigh.
"True love is an ugly thing...
Sleeping together, embracing each other through the night... that is not love.
Exchanging sweet words from sunset until sunrise again is not love either. Traveling together, sharing laughter, creating memories... perhaps those are the beginnings of it, but they are still far from the thing itself. Even missing someone proves nothing...
A person can miss the warmth they once received, the comfort they grew accustomed to, or the emptiness another person left behind. That is not necessarily love.
Nor are gifts, promises, or grand gestures proof of anything. People give things because they wish to receive something in return. Even affection can become a transaction, though few are willing to admit it.
Love is much more boring than that."
