The nurse looked confused, seemingly unsure of how to respond.
"Gosh, miss. That's quite a complicated question, huh?"
She said while slightly shaking her head.
Understandable—maybe the topic was too heavy. After all, how could I possibly love sincerely… from a heart I barely understand myself?
Love is irrational and never makes any logical sense, after all. Therefore, unless you were affected, you wouldn't be able to rationalize it. Which is my case here.
Unlike Kairi—who might now be regretting my fate due to decision I had made.
"But, here's the thing, Miss Kairi." The nurse interrupted my train of thought.
"To be honest, I'm not exactly sure what love is either, and maybe if it does exist, it's just a medical concept—oxytocin hormones. But if you truly love someone and are willing to fight for them, maybe your love can be saved."
What a truly straightforward answer.
That answer was pure. Honest. It didn't try to force meaning.
