Naive

Drabble 2

They discussed movies and books and drank a lot of coffee. She loved him, dreamed about him. He once said he loved her. She wasn’t sure of it now. They never held hands, never sat for hours looking into each other’s eyes. ‘Isn’t that a part of being in love?’ She wondered. She had a million questions- for him, for herself and others about Love. She always tried to make sense of his each move and once asked him, ‘Do you really love me?’ He just smiled. ‘Now, What does a smile mean in love?’ She was back to uncertainty.