Arif

Arif didn't love you. You knew it, but you did. Every night, he was calmed by the quiet snores next to him, and in the morning, he was delighted by how you, with a loving look, saw him off to work and said: "Have a nice day! See you tonight." He smiled tightly and calmly left the house, and when he returned, he didn't feel bored or lonely. Time stood still with you, but he didn't love you.

A couple of days passed. You were both at a mutual friend's birthday party and felt someone hug you from behind, but when you turned around, it wasn't Arif you saw. You immediately moved away, but it was too late. Arif walked up to the guy with a serious expression and started to sort things out. He didn't love you, but he also didn't like strangers putting their hands on you. You felt uncomfortable afterward and even a little embarrassed in front of Arif, but he calmly replied: –Don't worry, darling, it's all just little things “Do you want me to always be there?” you whispered, looking into his face. His eyes lit up, but he remained silent.

That same winter evening, you walked home holding hands. He didn't love you, but he kept looking at you, and your lips seemed to be trying to break free from invisible chains. He loved your smile and the sweet blush that appeared in the cold. Arif's fingers gently held yours, and he felt the light tapping of your pulse under his fingers. "My hands are already cold..." you said with a smile, and he brought them to his mouth and began to breathe in on them to warm them up. He didn't love you, but he cared for you as best he could. Arif knew everything about you, from your favorite flowers to your friends. It's unknown why, but he remembered this, and he also remembered every "cockroach" in your head and tried not to disappoint you.

He didn't love you?